ABSTRACT
In talking about a subject as incomprehensible yet as inevitable as death, one is reminded of the little boy who went to his grandmother and said, ‘Granny, daddy said that all old women over sixty-five should be killed. Death is the only event in life that we go through entirely alone and with no real knowledge of where we are going. It is the very essence of loneliness, and the problem we are coping with becomes the problem of removing the poignancy of loneliness. Perhaps the most difficult fear of all to alleviate is that of the more mature persons who cannot bear the idea of the suffering their death will cause to those whom they love. The wife, in facing death, thinks of her husband’s grief, and the mother contemplates her children’s deprivation.
