Comment by bombcar

    Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. 

    I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. 

    The evil that men do lives after them; 

    The good is oft interrèd with their bones. 

(What's interesting to me is that it's often black and white; dead people become either perfectly good or perfectly evil, depending on where you fall - only if they're "not important" are they allowed to be human and gray.)