Pacific Standard, a magazine I recently stumbled across, ran this awesome profile on a fledgling movement called the Order of the Good Death, which is looking to make death the part of everyday life that it used to be before funeral services became a national industry. By educating people about the industry and greener alternatives like burial sans creepy embalming chemicals, it aims to make death something we can feel comfortable talking about.
Sounds like a good plan to me. Since watching Six Feet Under several years ago, I’ve been dead-set on natural burial. (Consider this post my living will?) And coming to terms with death has been on my mind a lot over the past few years, as I’ve mourned my grandfather’s death and dealt with a brief melanoma scare. Don’t worry, it was just a “dysplastic nevi,” which is Latin for “weird mole.”
Kisses and coffins,