When you become fascinated by a particular subject of human endeavour, there is always another take on what might seem like a subject that’s been done to death. How many books can we read about dying and death and associated subjects, before running out of new material to talk and write about?

It’s a rhetorical question that comes with it’s own answer – there’s always a new angle and in this case that new angle comes from young minds.
Death we might think is for the aging and elderly, but not so. We only have to look at Caitlin Doughty – figuratively speaking – and we find that she has been curious about the subject most of her life, to the point of working in this field and now writing about it, with three books under her belt.
In Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs? with a sub-title Big Questions from Tiny Mortals About Death, there are a couple of short stories we’d like to share. Of all those mentioned these grabbed our attention, but we could reference many others.
In the chapter, What happens if they make a mistake and bury me when I’m just in a coma, Caitlin writes that:
During Ye Olden Times, doctors had a less than flawless track record when it comes to declaring people dead. The tests were horrifying. Here’s a sample of the death tests:
Shoving needles under the toenails, or into the heart or stomach; Slicing the feet with knives or burning them with red-hot pokers; Burning the hand or chopping off a finger – these three will suffice, to illustrate what Caitlin is driving at … but now let’s look at one example that didn’t involve these gruesome practices.
Matthew Wall, a man living in Braughing, England, in the 16th century, was thought to be dead, but was lucky enough to have his pall-bearers slip in wet leaves and drop the coffin on the way to his burial. As the story goes, when the coffin was dropped, Matthew awakened and knocked on the lid to be released. To this day, every October 2nd is celebrated as Old Man’s Day to commemorate Matthew’s revival. He lived, by the way, for twenty-four more years. T’was a happy ending for Matthew!
And in What happens when a cemetery is full of bodies and you can’t add any more? we find that the issue of gobbling up more land for burial purposes is being confronted by authorities all over the world. Australia is not the only country where we are running out of room in our cities. But this is not such an obstacle in other countries, that have been prepared to think outside the box.
If we agree that ‘we don’t have any extra green fields lying around for dead people’ then what about expanding … up? That’s right, notes Caitlin, cemeteries are going vertical. After all, city dwellers live in skyscrapers and apartments, stacked on top of one another. But when we die, everyone is supposed to be buried spread apart on hundreds of acres of rolling land?
The Yarkon Cemetery in Israel has started adding burial towers that will ultimately hold 250,000 graves. At the moment, the world’s tallest cemetery is in Brazil. Memorial Necropole Ecumenica III contains thirty-two stories of graves, and also has a restaurant, concert hall, and gardens filled with exotic birds. When I was in Tokyo, Japan, I visited a multistory building that houses thousands of cremated remains (delivered to personal visiting rooms by automatic conveyors that locate and fetch the correct urn). It looks like a typical office building, blending into the city around it, and is located right off the sub-way for convenience. There are more vertical cemeteries planned for places as diverse as Paris, Mexico City and Mumbai.
Writes Caitlin: ‘Why do we pay for something called “perpetual care”, believing that the cemetery is going to take care of our grave forevvvvvver?’
In Singapore you can only be buried for fifteen years, after which, the grave site is dug up, the body cremated and stored in a columbarium.
If you are willing to walk away from burial altogether, alkaline hydrolysis is an excellent option (as is composting per the Recompose method). I the case of cremation, we end up with a couple of kilos of ‘ashes’ – crushed bones – which can be scattered or placed on the mantel shelf. But if it’s burial you desire, perhaps it’s time to join the rest of the world and – gasp – recycle our graves. Once Grandma has had her time to decompose, her bones need to step aside for a whole new generation of rotting corpses. I wonder if anyone has ever written that exact sentence before? I wonder that a lot, says Caitlin – page 142.
There endeth this delving into a couple of things we haven’t talked about at Die-alogue Cafe. Which goes to show, there’s no lack of topics to get our minds around, there’s always something we can turn our attention to when we’re open and honest.
To put an end to this conversation, we can conclude that: there’s never a dull moment – we aren’t done with death yet, at least not while we have curious people like Caitlin turning up on the scene, bringing new eyes to an age old human experience.










