How do you see death? Is it terrifying, mesmerizing, or simply an inevitable stage of our life? If it is a stage of our life, then why are we not celebrating it with joy like we did when someone is born? It’s because none of us ready to lose someone. The sorrow that comes with it, is just too awful to take. As if you were struck by lightning.
Meanwhile, in birth, we have a new person in our life. I don’t know for sure, but I thought the idea of having something – which usually translated into pleasure – is a natural trait of all humans. Nobody likes it when their possessions are taken away from him/her.
So the next question would be “Are the loved ones belong to us?” Of course, it’s a tricky question. If you believe in God you must think that every creature in this world belongs to Him. But when represent yourself as an ordinary human being, it’s understandable to fathom that you in some way have the right to claim the loved ones are yours. No one should never take them away from you, not even God himself.
Since death is inevitable, it would not only pick up your loved ones, but it also eager to meet you. How do you see your own death? Are you always that ready? I’m sure that your body has some mysterious way to give you a heads up when Samael, Durga, Michael, Azrael, or whatever the nickname you’ve known given to the angel of death – is coming.
Death, as well as life, is a mystery. No one is able to predict how it goes. Some say death is a new life. You always taught to do a good deed, promote piety and undertake to do any messianic things in daily basis to smooth your way to heaven when you die.
If piety is one of its requirements to enter the heaven, then where the compassionate nonbelievers would go after they die? “They’re so dead” is prolly the best phrase to define their state. Then why should they mind their manners while they live? They would never go to heaven, anyway. The thing is, death come out of the blue. The shock-effect is what makes death feels miserable. That surely freaking out the people, knowing they might not live for tomorrow. For believers, they afraid of not being allowed to go to heaven. Nonbelievers, in the other hand, maybe afraid of losing a chance to merely do a good deed to other people. Indeed, it’s not always the case. Naah, I’m just guessing, I know nothing about their hearts.
For me, the mystery of death is fearsome yet at the same time relieving. When we were kids, I believe I’m not the only one who wants to know the date of our own death. So we can prepare ourselves well and go straight to heaven without committing any big sin. But a novel changed my perception.
I was reading John Grisham’s ‘The Confession’. It tells a story of a death-row inmate, Donté Drumm, waiting for his execution day. He’s actually an innocent man who was forced to admit someone’s crime by corrupt police in Slone, Texas. He spent nine years waiting behind the bar just to accept a lethal injection. Can you imagine how bad is it to count your days? And in his last day, he was offered to pick his favorite meal. The last supper. Death-row inmates in US are given ‘privilege’ to choose what they want to eat after years of cold and tasteless food. What’s the point of giving someone the last pleasure before you take his life?
Then I stumbled upon this gallery. Henry Hargreaves beautifully takes pictures of the last meal. It’s a conceptual gallery to replicate the real last meal of several inmates. Despite all of the crimes they’ve done, I feel somewhat depressed to imagine how the inmates chewed their last food.
And if you think Donté Drumm is the most des miserables in this case, think about her mother. To quote Brenda in Six Feet Under series:
You know what I find interesting? If you lose a spouse, you’re called a widow or a widower. If you’re a child and you lose your parents, then you’re an orphan. But what’s the word to describe a parent who loses a child? I guess that’s just too fucking awful to even have a name.
Yes, talking about death is never pleasant. But hey, for what it’s worth, let me tell you the truth: IT’S INEVITABLE.