Today is the 10th anniversary of Diana, Princess of Wales' death. It has moved a nation to remember her in many different ways.
Personally I remember the day she died. I was 10 years old, and with my siblings I woke my parents up that Sunday morning, complaining that there were no cartoons on because some important person had died. My next complaint was that my mother didn't believe me!
Little did I realise that a nation mourning would turn their mourning into something resembling a cult, with Diana as the goddess. In Althorp, where she is burried, there is even a temple, where people can lay flowers etc. as they walk around the lake where Diana is burried on an island in the middle.
A nation who have turned their back on the one true God, are filling it with a media-spun version of a woman who has created more of a stir dead, than she did when she was alive. It is interesting to observe an elaborate rememberance of death, being armed with the knowledge that death is not the end.
I wonder whether the 10th anniversary of the death of Churchill, or Queen Victoria, were remembered in quite the same way.
If you're interested, BBC have extensive coverage.
