from Proverbs Ten
"A wise son maketh a glad father; but a foolish son is the grief of his mother." I got good grades in school and my dad loved that; once I threw rocks at a caboose and got hauled into the village precinct and this upset my mother, so I know this proverb to be true.
Based on that, I can also attest to the verity of its other pearls.
Like: "The memory of the righteous shall be for a blessing; but the name of the wicked shall rot." This is a very Jewish thing to say. Though I admit, I've never said it. Especially at a funeral. Could you imagine? In that moment of darkened reflection, heart torn, eyes burning with tears. "The memory of the righteous shall be for a blessing." Yes, yes. I need to hear that. Yes. Like a warm blanket of comfort, these words wrap us in mercy. But then: "The name of the wicked shall rot." Anger is a stage in the mourning process, it's true, but this would really wake up a room.