This, from vomiting
Imagine an earthworm crawling over the fragile metacarpal bones of the decomposing body of Emily Dickinson. Or through the ilium of Jane Austen. Or along the intermediate cuniform bone of Louisa May Alcott. [Oh, Miss Alcott. "Is it not meningitis?" you asked, then promptly died. You must have been sweet].
Imagine that happening right at this moment.
I think I would like to choose, but not until I am old and going mad. By choosing I mean suicide. We all die sometime, obviously, but we can at least control when this happens. Of course this mode may not work at all if fate/chance causes me to die before I am old and mad. So perhaps such control is an illusion.
The study of death is called thanotology.
Also, I was terribly disappointed upon viewing the info page for the advertized community "morticians". Necromancy? Other closely related magic? Manipulating the dead!?
Sure! That's exactly what morticians do! @___@
Brownie points for whoever can tell me what, exactly, a mortician is.
(No offense to you fine, fine people - I looked at my comments and went :D! I'm just annoyed at how horribly misinterpreted (let's call it slandered) this respected and dignified profession is.)
If you are really interested in death and would like to consider post-graduate options, try King's College. They have a very long list of books, videos and journals
It looks Very Interesting...
Brenda Six Feet Under Episode Nine, Series One.
What do you guys think? I find the idea of death fascinating, as well as the way that people (including myself) deal with death. However, I cannot be quite so cavalier about the death of children. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it just is that it is harder to say that they have lived a good life, or whatever. I recently updated a lay persons handbook on burial and funerals in my town and I was surprised to find that all the funeral homes had babies ROSE GARDENS. Why roses? A quick google search confirmed that this is the case in many other places. Ideas?
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