“If we bury you face-down I’ll have a place to park my bike”.
The line from the movie Patch Adams helped us all look at death with a little more humour and a little less fear. We all instinctively treat death with a sombre attitude, yet it is something experienced by all human beings regardless of culture or colour.
Why do we naturally feel a sense of anger at the discovery of mass graves, whether of Bosnians or Jews? Why has humankind always taken great pains to ensure that the bodies of the already dead were “properly buried”? Is it a sign of respect for the dead or for the ones still living whom the now deceased has touched?
Why do we not live our lives with the same care and diligence?