From yurts to Moroccan belly-dancing restaurants,these designated assembly spots are safe spaces to mourn – and maybe fill a slice of cake, tooThe sign outside says “blissful Hours”. It has a picture of a woman’s cleavage and advertises *Hookah* *Belly Dancing* *Live Music*. It doesn’t advertise death, or which is what Im here for. It’s a rainy Wednesday evening and I’m at a Moroccan restaurant in Times Square to attend the modern York franchise of the Death Café. Americans deem there’s a pill for everything. They try and avoid death. They deem they can buy their way out.
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Source: theguardian.com