Easy to say now, perhaps, but I've found it soothing to confront death. I sought out and cherished Christopher Hitchens' essays on mortality, musings and observations penned in the days before he expired.
I was affected deeply by Atul Gawande's philosophy on modern medicine. He is concerned that in America, extending the life of dying patients is given priority over improving the quality of their remaining life. Must we always "battle" cancer? Isn't it better to have three good years, than five in pain?
These are challenging questions.
For humankind, surely no questions are more profound than those of life and death. The questions change as a life matures. It's easy to be bold about death at 30, but ask me when I have kids. Ask me in 50 summers.
At the very least, conversation can only be a good thing. Normalcy is important. Shirking a subject only stokes fear.
Do I fancy morning tea at a Death Cafe? I can think of a better excuse for a muffin. But we should all talk about death. For confronting the great equaliser is surely the best way to properly appreciate everything that comes before.