With respect to your brother, what did you accomplish by speaking what you believed to be the truth at his funeral service? He was already dead. The things you did and said to him when he was alive, although well intended, didn't ultimately significantly change much apparently since he ended up dying/killing himself anyway. I get that you were angry that he chose the path that he did. Believe you are right if you wish, I believe you were and are dead wrong.
For fucks sake. Really? Reeeeally?! Why do we as family members do anything for anyone? He was a FUCKING DRUG ADDICT.
Its not as if you can choose to deny the truth and come out looking reasonable, but neither does pussyfooting around it like some sort of politically correct dolt do you justice. Do not attempt to be a sensitive new age guy. It's not masculine, its pathetic and beneath what it means to be a responsible adult. As I said to another person, he was responsible for his life and the taking of it.
Is that too difficult to understand? I think not. You are behaving as a child of the sixties. All fuzzy and looking for the good in everything and everybody. Allow me.
Some people are full of life, others are full of shit. Shit comes in many forms. Drug and alcohol abuse being but two. Holding hands while wearing a fucktard dashiki and swaying back and forth singing Kumbyah or Old Man River is nothing short of nonsense. If you cannot judge between right and wrong then you have no business with the affairs of man. No business being employed. No business being married and having children. To say there are no rules is folly. The Universe has a balance to it. You know. Laws. But unlike the pirate code, they are laws, not guidelines.
We will have to agree to disagree before I become very disagreeable and make a laughingstock of your suppositions (not you!) with one hand tied behind my brain.