Funny to be writing about death on the eve of my birthday. It's a big birthday, tho, and it brings me that much closer to the inevitable. I think about death a lot as i turn 60. not morbid thoughts per se, just a curosity about the circumstances surrounding me when my time comes.
Maybe Death comes riding along like a Bergman character -- a friendly game of chess holding one's fate. I can't afford to die anytime soon, as I have no burial fund.
Getting stuck on the subject of death.
The Denial of Death by E. Becker, was one of my favorite books. it attempted to explain how our characterlogical lie revolves around our fear of death and the ways in which we deny it.