Some people think it’s morbid to be reminded of your mortality, especially on your birthday. That’s stupid. Somehow (possibly by magic), I’ve staved off the cold, boney hand of Death for 27 years and I’d say I have just enough piss and vinegar in me for at least another 27 more.
Being a mortician entails seeing, smelling, and being asked to do gross things. Even with that being part of the job description… it doesn’t stop cognitive dissonance. Would you mind cleaning the crusted up blood clots from a complete stranger on the morgue table? “Sure, I’ll get to it after I finish typing this email.” […]
Children have a way of thinking and communicating that is very candid. They don’t think in abstract, poetic concepts that shield them from what’s really happening, but instead are forced to embrace reality for what it is so that they can understand it. If you’ve ever talked with a child, especially under the age of […]