The newspaper in little town where we’re moving publishes a frequently updated blog. On average, there are four or five entries each day. The entries might be about the new fast food place that’s opening up or news of an arrest, or community event. They also publish obituaries, which is what this post is about.
One average, four people in this small community, die each week. At first I was astonished by this. I started reading this site before I moved here. It’s taken me months to come to terms with just how many people die, week in and week out.
The obituaries are well done; respectful and detailed. They give you a sense – this is a human being who has passed – with connections to others and to the community. It’s old-timey.
I have an innate interest this (see Funeral Customs Throughout History). So I’ve taken my time to mull it. Matter of fact, I’ve mentioned this to my husband a half-dozen times.
“I can’t believe how many people die in this little town…”
He said that this many people die in every little town, we just hide our dead at this time in history. We sweep real life death under the rug.
I don’t know what you think about this, but when I die, I want someone to announce it. I don’t think anyone should pass without their death being acknowledged. But I have a packed 8th house and feel death to be of great importance.
You might also want to read this – Scorpio Going To Funerals.
And then consider weighing in on this topic – thanks.