Aarav looked up from his notebook. "Because it’s safe," he said. "The dead can't reject a compliment. They can't think you're being 'cringe' or 'clingy'. Loving the dead is low-risk." "Exactly," Farah nodded. "We hoard our affection like it’s a finite currency. We think, 'If I tell him he’s wonderful today, he’ll get lazy. He’ll stop trying.' So we withhold. We starve the living to feed the memory of the dead." She looked at Kabir. "Kabir, you spent three years building a 'unicorn' startup. You optimized for Resume Virtues—wealth, status, efficiency. But at your father’s funeral, nobody talked about his bank balance. They talked about his Eulogy Virtues—his kindness, his patience, the way he fed stray dogs." Kabir nodded. "They said he was a 'Man of Heart'."