Of course, you must not have gone to his funeral. I did.
Why? I would assume the only reason you’d want to see his grave is to spit on it. You don’t get it. He ruined my career, but he didn’t ruin my life. That time of my life was over. I still admire the man for who he was.
I recently learned this in a sermon on Generosity and Relationships by Tim Keller.