I attended a memorial service today, for a woman I did not know. (I went in support of someone who did.)
As always, I was struck by the need some people have to believe that the one who died is not dead, not really. This was a particularly Jesus-y sort of service, with the minister saying he would be "amiss" if he did not inform us all that as long as we were 'born again' we wouldn't ever die either.
As far as I can make out, dead is dead, so I never find this kind of thing particularly comforting, although apparently some do: I could see some heads nodding as he spoke.
Simply,
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