Researching Death

I'm well into writing my second novel (nothing published yet) and am finding that death wants to be a central theme. From Plaid:

Arlene Cross leans back in her chair, the lump of Tootsie Roll slipping from between her teeth, catching in her throat. She tries to cough. The Tootsie Roll won’t budge. She grabs at her neck, hits her chest, straining to expand her ribcage, hoping some oxygen will spill into her lungs. She claws across her desk, stretching toward the door. Her eyes go wide and wider still, until she collapses, her face mashed hard against her leather-trimmed blotter.

What do you have to say about death?

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What do I have to say about Death?

I'm entirely open to its possibilities.

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing
-Edmund Burke

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing
-Edmund Burke

Now that is very well said.

Death....I hope it comes softly and gently when it's my turn

I fear it now, there's still so much I need to do. But I think eventually it will be a welcomed friend.

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Children fear the dark. Men and women fear death.

The dark is unknown for a time.

Death is unknown to the living eternally. We fear that.

Why, I do not know.

Marshall Adame

Good question, but I wonder

Listening lately to some evangelically pompadoured bonehead talk about abortion and "when life begins," it sorta hit me that it never really does "begin." It just changes shape. Sperm and eggs aren't living? Of course they are. And the variant cells that morphed into those egg cells and sperm cells, they aren't living? Life doesn't "begin" really, it just changes shape—from living vegetables into my digestive system, which fuels my own cell production, including my ability generate living reproductive cells, and on and on.

So if it doesn't officially "begin" at conception or the third trimester or birth, then is it fair to say that it "ends" at death? I'm not talking spirit or soul here, but life.

Reminds me of a little ditty by Pete Seeger ... "If I should die before I wake, all my bones and sinew take / and put me in the compost pile to decompose me for a while / Worms, water, sun will have their way converting me to lumps of clay / My molecules will feel the trees and little fishes in the seas / When radishes and corn you munch, you may be having me for lunch / And then excrete me with a grin, chuckling there goes Jon again ..."

You must have seen the Lion King, too.

Circle of life. That pretty much says it all.

As a child I thought it would all end in a mushroom cloud of

Cold War making. Really, I don't know why that was. Maybe the drills at school sending us out into the tiny concrete blocked hallways to contemplate annihilation. Sights and sounds of the Vietnam War on the news at dinnertime. I'm not afraid anymore but I still think that's the way the world ends. So many loose nukes.

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Death ...

I think even when it's expected, it's a surprise.

I was blessed to be present at the moment of my father's death from cancer. Along with the birth of my son, it was one of the most sacred moments of my life.


Be the change you wish to see in the world. --Gandhi

Sometimes I feel like life

is just one long competition against death. Even if you're extremely careful, taking steps to ensure you're healthy and safe from outright danger, death is still only a slight misjudgment behind the wheel or a Tootsie Roll away.

But death is inevitable, so that competition will eventually be lost. While I grudgingly accept that fact, I'm finding it harder and harder to accept the passage of time. I'm 47 years old, and for the life of me, I can't figure out how in the hell that happened. I must not have been paying attention, something I was warned numerous times about when I was a child. :(

That's interesting

I stopped feeling like it was a competition - and just sort of a dance with death as I watch my father's illness progress. I was his primary caregiver, and he was quite open with what he was feeling. Unlike a lot of people, I'm not afraid of death. I have no idea what happens on "the other side" - my spiritual beliefs say it doesn't matter. I'm more afraid of leaving people I love behind.


Be the change you wish to see in the world. --Gandhi

Death...

sucks.

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. - Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Jesus Swept ticked me off. Too short. I loved the characters and then POOF it was over.
-me