Compliments will be the death of me!

Yesterday I complimented two women....
The first had beautiful hair, wonderfully maintained. She thanked me and remarked that it was unusual to be paid a compliment by an acquaintance. I explained that I praise someone when they're alive. What good would it be to praise Jane Doe after she has shuffled off this mortal coil? Visualize this, "We come not to praise Jane Doe, but to bury her glorious hair!" I didn't compliment her when she was alive. What good do I think it's going to do her now she's gone?
I don't see the point of going to a friend's wake only to say, "Oh, (Insert first name) was/had/did a beautiful (Insert appropriate subject) Puns intended and inserted. So, how does that benefit Mr./Ms. Doe after he/she is gone?
If the deceased was a "normal" (or whatever qualifies as normal) person, they've been led to believe things they needed to be, have or do. Like the rest of us, being told what not to do, what not to be or what characteristic is lacking. Keeping this in mind, I give compliments where and when I believe I can.
To a Lady Who Lunches in Yorkville. I told her she looked amazing. It made her smile. She looked even more beautiful with a smile.
To the owner of a classic Jaguar. Passers-by appeared to resent the car's beauty, its owner, his ownership - I've never been sure what it was I saw on their faces that day.
To the first woman with the glorious hair.
The second woman stood ahead of me on the TTC escalator. The counterpoint of her seductive & sensuous sandalwood-based perfume to the crisp bite of cold and rain and the winter night, was amazing.
"Nice scent!" said I. Plain and simple (Or simple-minded on a week-day midnight?). I didn't stick around to see her reaction. On a weekday midnight, I ran a risk.
Perhaps I should go around masked, complimenting people?
"Hi-Ho Compliment! And away!!!!......."