Death comes for us all
even at our birth — even at our birth,
death does but stand aside a little.
~ Robert Bolt, Sir Thomas More, Act II
It may be a slightly OCD thing.
When I had young children, completely dependent on me, I would sometimes obsess over what might happen to them if I suddenly collapsed, like Julia Roberts did in Steel Magnolias. The image of her wee toddler there wailing his little heart out traumatized me something awful.
I frequently contemplated making "in an emergency, please call" cards, just in case I died on the way to picking up a child from school. I never did that, but it was probably a manifestation of how burdened I felt by the responsibility of caring for my children.
Sometimes when I'm driving, I'll think, "What if I had a massive coronary right now? How would I manage to stop the car without killing anyone?"
And whenever I sign a document with a date on it, I fret if I accidentally put a future date on it: what if I die before the actual date? Then there would be an impossible document: either the date or the signature would be fraudulent! (For some reason, this does not bother me when it comes to post-dated cheques.) [Haha! Cheques! Who writes cheques anymore?]
Yes, death is a constant companion, and not in the good "live each day as if it were your last" kind of way.
So it will come as no surprise to you that when I saw this ad, I clicked.
|'Cuz who wouldn't want a casket made by Trappist monks?!|