At an earlier age, I was surrounded by death...at age 3, my maternal G-pa, then at 4-1/2, my Dad. At 6, a maternal cousin who was only 12. At 8, a paternal Aunt, at 11, the same, and in the same year, around Christmas time, the paternal G-ma. Then, right after getting my license (16) and during the gun-deer season, my paternal G-ma bought it when a car, driven by my paternal cousin (her G-son) t-bones her car. Then, in either '91 or '92, the exSF bites it...
In between, marriages and the like...newborns to replace those that have gone on before us.
Being surrounded by death, birth and the associated customs, the only thing that really bothers me are the deaths of little children and soldiers, the kids more than the adults.
But, I won't run from it...it's accepted that death has to happen. I want mine to be quick, not involving anyone else (from the performance angle you understand...like being drunk, careless, etc...) and there are no witnesses. And the autopsy should come back with no hint of mystery...just a "...he was dead on the way down to the floor..." Head-shots should be ruled out unless I was helping an officer or the like.
Quick and consice and it all fits into one body bag with no parts to be collected and bagged separately.
