Death isn't something I tend to dwell upon. However, it occurred to me
recently that I'm not afraid of it anymore.|
Once upon a time, I was furious at the idea that one day I would die. I've
never believed in an afterlife. Not *really* believed - I don't deny the
possibility, but I'm not expecting anything but oblivion.
I'm still expecting oblivion, but somehow that doesn't seem so bad anymore.
I'm at a loss to explain this. My fear of death seems so natural, so logical
that I can't really put my finger on where it's gone. I'm happy to
be alive now, and I certainly don't want that to stop anytime soon. But the
idea that life won't go on forever... is OK.
In the Sandman comics, Death is depicted as a bright, perky goth-girl. When
I first read Sandman, I thought the Death character was cool. I thought it
was a clever inversion of a toothless old
stereotype. Now, I'm not so
sure of that. I like the picture of Death as an old friend, who comes to
meet you at the end of a long life.
Casting Death as a Goth is appropriate too. When I first read the comics
I thought the character looked nice, but I thought real Goths were scary.
Goths look scary, and most people assume that they are sad and miserable.
But when you get to know them, they're a bright, perky, friendly bunch.
Not scary at all...
...like death really.
 - Of course, I mean the hooded, sythe-carrying figure from mediaeval