Princess Diana's death was indeed tragic and appallingly sad. She was a very lovely person in many ways, but this stampede to grant her a sainthood should be considered in the greater context of her brief life, and the circumstances of her death.
Before we grant her sainthood let us consider:
She threw her marriage away, broke her sacred vows and made her children subject to the torture of a broken home compounded by public scrutiny because of their royal status. Why? Because she did not expect the degree of public exposure she received.
She continued to do things for publicity while complaining about the unwanted publicity.
She was evidently living a promiscuous life in a typical playgirl fashion, hardly making her an icon of virtue to be held as an example for her children or children of the world.
She was killed in a high speed crash in an auto driven by an intoxicated driver while in the company of a wealthy international playboy. This is hardly a situation in which a responsible adult and mother of two should place herself.
She chose to be in that car with those people, doing those things, rather than with her children where a mother ought to have been, especially since they had already been denied, for whatever reason, valid or not, a normal family environment.
I also think her death is a tragic waste of a beautiful human being. I am saddened by it. But I am equally sad for her children, the royal family and the Spencer family as much as I am for her.
But I am even more saddened by the fact that our society has become such as it is, that we would exalt one who esteemed so highly her touchy-feely projects while being so cavalier about traditional family values. The paparazzi are not the cause of this tragedy; they are the evidence of it, the effect of it, the natural consequence of it.
Don Touchton, Martinez