Does Grandpa watch me Masturbate?

Here's a disturbing mental toy to play with:

Many folks (myself included) often console themselves, in the event that a significantly loved person should pass from this world, with the thought that said person "watches over" them after death.  I know, maybe it's silly, but it can be comforting in dark times to think that those who leave us (who are, as I like to call it "DEAD") are out in the vast beyond looking over our foolish little lives and smiling warmly.

This is all fine and good, until you want a little privacy.

We all do things we're not proud of.  You know, I do things I'm not proud of. I play rock and roll, after all.  It is at these times I wish the dear departed would just but the hell out.  The thought of great grandma Nelson looking over my shoulder at the porn I'm watching or the pre-marital sex I'm having is just plain disturbing.

What is there to do, though?  We all pay a price for our superstitions.  I pay mine in guilt and really unsettling mental images.