
I woke up this morning to see intimate photos of Liam Payne's private funeral.
As I did my morning scroll, images and videos of Payne's One Direction bandmates Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson filled my feed.
Close-up images and emotive videos of them arriving at the service, playing on repeat on the social media accounts of some of the biggest and most respected media brands in the world.
"Liam Payne's band mates spotted at his funeral," headlines announced, with zoomed in images of his friends crying. It was declared a "One Direction reunion."
His former partner and the mother of his child, Cheryl Cole, was on the front page of The Daily Mail. Photos of his girlfriend, Kate Cassidy, were run alongside headlines that detailed her heartbreak. Photos of his coffin were published.
I didn't go searching for this content. In fact, I actively wanted to avoid it for the obvious sense of dread I was feeling upon seeing it.
But the point is, I shouldn't have seen these images in the first place. I had no right to that moment.
This is not a meet and greet. It's not a fan event. It's certainly not a red carpet or an awards show. It's not a One Direction reunion.
It was a funeral. A private funeral, at that. This was not a public service, meant to be celebrated by any and all.