I have much self-worth and inner beauty.

Eulogies contain almost no physical description.

Hours of talking about a person, and what surfaces is how she listened, the thing she always said on the phone, the way he was with children who weren't his.

That isn't a polite substitution for beauty. It's what people mean when they call someone lovely, and it's the register everyone shifts into once the stakes turn real.

Worth of that kind isn't a mood that comes and goes. It's a set of facts about how you conduct yourself which other people could already list about you, and would, if anybody asked them.