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A few days ago I discovered _Smoke Gets in Your Eyes and Other Lessons from a Crematory_ by Caitlin Doughty.
Doughty writes with an ironic humor which makes it easier to accept the unfamiliar facts she shares.
In sharing the story of her own struggles to understand death, she moves to a very deep understanding of our general experiences of death in the West over the twentieth century.

In short, those of us who are now old have grown up in a world in which contact with death was largely kept hidden from us, both in hospitals and mortuaries.
Doughty argues that our ignorance and fear have cost us real emotional vitality in the years that we are alive.

Knowing that we will die presents the great existential challenge of our lives, and how we face it and manage our fear is the defining element of each life.
Some people find safety in religious belief.
Some try to defeat death by creating monuments to themselves.

Doughty is dedicating her life to helping people experience death and grief in loving ways that will help us embrace life, including the pain and uncertainty that we can’t honestly avoid as we all approach our end.

[For a deep read on this, see _The Birth and Death of Meaning_ and _The Denial of Death_ by Ernest Becker.]

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@edsutton You wrote of Caitlin Doughty's theory "In short, those of us who are now old have grown up in a world in which contact with death was largely kept hidden from us, both in hospitals and mortuaries."

When I was in a Catholic grade school in the 1950's, the old pastor had what my Mom viewed as a curious practice - if there was a funeral where he felt there would be few mourners, he had classes from the school attend the Mass. When he would do his eulogy, he would mainly speak to us kids about how death was a normal part of life, not to be feared, etc. As an adult, I realize how wise that was.

Now in my 70's, I still have friends who are seriously anxious about offering condolences to people who have lost a loved one, going to funerals or memorial services, or even talking about friends who have died. I feel sad that they are unable to embrace all the phases of life.

My extended family embraces a wide variety of beliefs, but we always gather to celebrate when a member dies. I think it feels different for each of us - some see salvation, others respect a life well-lived, and still others remember what the person has meant to them - but we do it together.