I’ve just started working in the death industry as a funeral arranger. I saw my first dead body four weeks ago and I was overcome with peace. I think it’s because last year I tried to kill myself and nearly succeeded. A friend said I feel so comfortable with dead bodies because I almost was one. I’m astounded when people don’t talk more about death and discuss their wishes. Both my grandmothers spoke openly about death, it was my mother who was against talking about it and still is. I wasn’t allowed to go to my grandfather’s funeral, something I have always regretted, even though I was far too young to say otherwise.
