Ancestor veneration is a lovely concept.
Honoring those who are responsible for our very
existence and blood that runs through our veins.
A concept you embrace until you find that those before you were
just people.
People who drank too much,
beat their wives and children,
owned and sold their fellow human beings for profit,
who were flawed, broken,
immoral and dishonorable.
What offerings do I have for these ancestors of mine,
other than the knowledge that I do not wish to honor 
them as people,
and gratitude for the $24.99 I spent just to learn that the dead 
are often better off forgotten.