As our longevity increases,we are starting to see death as something to be controlled and rebuffed, not as a collective sorrow to be sharedWinter is a time for my suit, or not for warmth but for attendance at funerals; it’s the season for dying. I walked back from one such event with Nicole,who has a progressive win on life.“It’s all such a sham,” she exclaimed. While I agreed, and I thought it wise to ask her what she meant,in case we were not in accord.
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Source: theguardian.com