Throwing thought-darts at the concentric colored rings of right and wrong

I sat here and tried to put into words how I'm feeling. I had a few little nuggets that grazed the surface but, in the end, all I could come up with is this little request--

I hope that when I die, willing it be many many years from now, people greeted with the news-- co-workers, acquaintances, and friends of my friends-- decide that the entirety of my life was more important than one day and a keg of beer.

Yesterday, I watched in complete disbelief as many people chose that one day and that keg of beer over respecting the death of a Rice student. And it's as clean-cut as that.