Just the Cat's Pyjamas

"Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone." • Jiddu Krishnamurti One day, we will all be dead.  Me. You.  Friends. Family.  Parents. Kids.  All of us - dead. I don't know why we spend so much of our time hiding from Death. Why it terrifies us so much. Maybe it is the sterility of modern Western traditions regarding Death and mourning. We don't hold, wash or dress the body. We don't lay our own bodies across the corpse and weep for our loss. We don't celebrate the ancestors and their traditions. We have made everything so sterile. So white. So unfeeling and cold. I long to wash and bathe and dress your body when you've finally left it. I want to brush your hair and tell you all my most intimate and private thoughts as I wash the form that once contained YOU. I want to possess your remains, even briefly. They are mine. I will not surrender them to any other. I w...