Andy Warhol was fond of telling his friends that people don’t die, “they just go to Bloomingdales”.
For most of us in the so-called developed world, death is rarely confronted head-on. At best, it’s “the rumble of distant thunder at a picnic”, as W.H. Auden described it; something we love to torment ourselves with, in our reading or our box-set addictions, but not in connection to ourselves and our loved ones.
Almost two-thirds of adults in the UK haven’t made a will. Apart from family or close friends, the people we know who die just disappear from our lives and only return to haunt us in occasional glimpses: a shared story or a stray photograph.
This collective avoidance of death is probably the unintended consequence of improved healthcare and longer life expectancy.
This collective avoidance of death is probably the unintended consequence of improved healthcare and longer life expectancy. Many of us don’t see a dead body until we are adults. The practice of preparing the dead for burial has passed out of the domestic sphere and into the hands of professionals. This now seems normal, but there is a niggling sense of having lost something important in the process.
It turns out that the connection between death and domesticity stretches right back to the beginning of human settlement.
This engagement with the dead on a physical level is still
The Catholic church has learned to live with Famidahna, much as it has in the
Even in Britain, where more than 75% of us choose cremation, we’re busy improvising ash-scattering rituals to balance the municipal anonymity of the process.
In 2014, the first long barrow built in the UK in more than 5 millennia opened for business in All Cannings, Wiltshire.
In 2014, the first long barrow built in the UK in more than five millennia opened for business in All Cannings, Wiltshire. Aligned with sunrise on the winter solstice, it contains 1,000 niches for urns filled with the ashes of the dead: all are currently reserved.
It points to the inescapable conclusion: death matters. Because, as Saul Bellow reminded us, “it is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything”.