Why Do We Care for the Dead More Than the Living? — A Raw Reflection by Queen B. Divine

You ever stop and wonder why cemeteries — you know, the places where we bury people — seem to get more attention than the people who are still breathing? Why the grass is greener for the dead than it is for folks living in low-income housing? Why the pathways to a gravestone look smoother than the sidewalks our kids walk to school on?

It shouldn’t be that way.

Hi, I’m Queen B. Divine. Thanks for being here.
This little corner of the internet is my blog — the place I speak when the Spirit nudges me, when life throws me a message, when I feel something you might need to feel too.

Because reflection is medicine.
And change begins with noticing.

A Walk Through the Land of the Dead

The other day I went walking here on Vancouver Island. I passed a cemetery — and honey, let me tell you — it looked like a luxury retreat for the dearly departed.

The grass? Sharp, crisp, manicured to perfection.
The geese? Laid out like they were soaking in a five-star spa resort.
Every stone polished, every path clear.

But a few blocks away?
Sidewalks cracked.
Buildings tired.
Neighborhoods worn down — and full of the living.

Isn’t that something?

COVID Taught Me to Look Closer

I got into studying cemeteries during COVID.
Everyone kept saying millions were dying… but the cemeteries weren’t overflowing. The funeral homes weren’t on the news screaming for space. That made me look deeper — not just at death, but at how we treat the people still alive.

When you’re dead, you get a permanent one-bedroom suite:
A front door. A back door. A garden.
A skylight view of the universe.
Nobody evicts you. Nobody taxes you. Nobody sprays pesticides on your lawn.

Meanwhile, the living?
We hustle.
We move.
We get evicted, displaced, underfed, overlooked.
Some of us don’t even have a front door to close.

Tell me — do humans really like each other?
Is earth living its best life?
Are we?

Billions for Cancer… But Not for Clean Food?

You look at hospitals — billions poured into cancer research. More money, more machines, more tests. Yet the foods they serve? GMO. Processed. Barely alive.

They ask for more donations while offering no cure.
Instead of giving us clean soil…