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Death is such a funny thing in western culture. We approach it by... well, by avoiding approaching it!

I've long been drawn to artists unafraid to talk about death. Folks like Orozco (muralist), posada (printer), Poe (poet/writer), Sylvia Plath, and countless musical acts from The Beatles to Napalm Death continue to inspire my own approach.

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Agree, and I gravitate to these too. Poe is my thing for next week actually :)

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Are you watching Fall of the House of Usher on Netflix?

It's good.

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That’s why I feel it’s so timely but it’s my exciting homework for next week, hear it’s amazing!

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That is a RAD homework assignment! Are you thinking about writing something about the show when you're done? Maybe it fits in with Macabre Monday!

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yes I think so, but up next Sat or so (so a good tie in for the following Monday if you wish!)

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That's fantastic. 10/30, right? The day before Halloween!

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"My watch had stopped the night before at the very time in the morning she happened to pass. I came to learn that what you believe is true for you, we make our own realities, and when I did feel inclined to pray in subsequent years, I prayed to this grandma rather than some god since at least knew she was out there in the realm she conjured."

How beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

p.s. My favorite fictional passing was Admiral Kirk's from Star Trek: "Oh my."

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Thank you, I love that "oh my"!

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I liked the song Bells in Santa Fe. The lyrics are powerful and I have been thinking about their messages.

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Glad you like it! It’s something that my daughters and I have in common that we like Halsey

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Constantly looping it over it the last few days.

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Then I've done my job ;)

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Last words! What a compilation. But whose to say they are true when the author is unable to vouch? We shall never know. I love Emily Dickinson’s best.

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You're so right. I was wondering who might be sitting there with a notebook and getting it down just right at the deathbed...who knows. I'm sure my dad's was even messier than that. (She was the master of death lines- I could not stop for death...I love her!)

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