When I Die, Please Don't Do This To Me

Why do some people publish an obituary photo of dear old dad wearing his breathing tube?  It's like a portrait from Vinnie Barbarino's Photography Studio:  Up Your Nose With a Rubber Hose!  Is that really the best you could do?

So please note this as part of my final instructions to whoever is in charge when I croak (this probably means you, Buster Jr.):

If you're going to run a picture of me in my obituary, make it a good one.  Or don't run one at all. 

Thank you very much.