Make two lists, one of queers you know who have died, and a second of queer funerals you’ve attended. How do your lists compare? My first list is a whole lot longer than the second. What I’ve learned about queer funerals is – they don’t exist. In the worst-case scenario, we are forced back into the closet at our funerals. At best, our deaths become political platforms for public education and human rights lobbying. They become measures of the work that still needs to be done in this world. I am proud to be a part of a community that, in the face of death, rolls up its sleeves and says ‘We’ve got a job to do’. At the same time, at risk of sounding enfeebled, it’s just not fair.