PERHAPS it is something which comes with aging but funerals have now become fixtures in our weekly schedules. Death keeps no calendar, but we keep a calendar of our death notices.
Death is man's only non-negotiable. Once we accept that, we know that each day that we live draws us to that moment when our breath will become only air, as a dying surgeon so poignantly put it. The human mind churns against such cold severance. We want to remain connected to this world, and who knows, maybe we can do so.
Jack Kerouac, a famous French-Canadian author, said that he hoped that it was true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.