Why do we send flowers when someone dies?

Of the many intricacies of life I just don’t get, I would like to rant about sending flowers when someone dies.

I have never been a person who enjoys receiving flowers. Because they are lush and pretty, they give a momentary rush of enjoyment to the recipient, who dutifully dusts off the nearest vase and adds the water, the preservative, and puts them in the middle of the dining room table, hoping the cat won’t knock…