ABSTRACT
Death occupies a special position in our fictions about the future. We may fantasize about being married or not, having children, visiting Florence, or growing old; or we may invent any of a number of other futures-but the stark fact of our death appears to be the only ‘real’ future scenario, even though we may embellish this bald story with many fictional details about how or when we might die. The basic story, though, goes like this: The end of life is death-and nothing more.
