Death is such a taboo; it has so many different faces and layers to it that the majority of us don’t know what to do when faced with it or how to respond when it is mentioned and I don’t think there’s a formula to it. It’s a very sensitive topic, and I think that you would agree with me that it isn’t really the dinner table conversation starter. It’s more like the topic that leaves the room silent and hollow. But why do we feel so uncomfortable with the one thing that is universally true about life? Why do we push death to the back of our minds as if any of us can escape it?