Why exactly, is it...

...that... as soon as they're dead... all these folks are analogues of Mother Theresa?

-- TORONTO -- "She was the same age as me, I feel awful," said a friend who didn't want to be identified, on the steps of a women's shelter on Dundas St. near Parliament St.

"She was worried about the safety of the neighbourhood, she'd tell me 'don't let people walk over you,' " the friend said.

Neighbours came to know her as a person who said "hi" to everyone. "She'd call everybody 'sweetie' and 'honey,' " said one person.

So what was Carolyn Connolly's major contribution to the field of folk?

In 1988, Connolly was sentenced, along with a man, to five years in prison for robbing Toronto banks. She and the co-accused, Scott Rognvaldson, told police they used the money for cocaine and partying.

Yup... who could possibly have predicted that poor Carolyn's life would end so badly?

More to the point, why is it that we don't publicly celebrate the passing of the folks who spend all of their lives actually doing things that build and strengthen society?

I don't get it.

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