Not so with elected officials: They all had to actively want the job, and from dog catcher to senator they are driven by a lust for position and power, and filled with an overweening sense that they deserve it. Monsters of narcissism, they are the bride at every wedding and the corpse at every funeral, no more conscious of the wants or needs (or even the existence, really) of others than an infant with an empty stomach and a full diaper.
Friend staghounds related a tale in comments:
When King Edward VII died in 1910. former President Roosevelt happened to be in England and was invited to attend the funeral. It was a huge pageant and procession, which was governed by ancient medieval rules.Indeed.
The various presidents of republics, having no titles of nobility, were assigned to march behind the Emperors, Kings, Dukes, and Barons.
The President of France found it unreasonable that he had to follow a bunch of titled nobodies, and told Roosevelt so.
T. R. said,
"For God's sake, keep quiet. This is a funeral."
We'd be better off with names picked from the phone book than being cajoled by these dwarfs.