To you, perhaps. For me silence is never an option. I thrive on the lingusitics and stolid use of the english language, when I was decyphering my Mensa letter (they give all of us complictated cryptography to break before reading the letter – a method to root out lower IQ/sub 120 IQ members) I could only work while listening to the demented chatter of my late great grandfather as he muttered songs from the war randomly while being fed and bathed – apparently the chants were actually distress hymns sung by the starving Jews he tended at the Polish concentration camp (he worked as a fence sniper, but occasionally dissected the gassed corpses for his officer), he always loved those songs and I love them too.

So don’t ever demand silence, and therefore disrespect the jews that died through that era.