'A good death''A good death' by Ziblink
"A good death."
It's a nice idea, a comforting idea. We like to think that we at least will have one, that we will go quietly into that long sleep. But there are things in the world that shatter that idea. Things that burn away the soft, warm cotton wool we wrap ourselves in and show us our raw mortality.
Part of the horror of Ebola is that it shatters the idea of a “good death.” You can’t deny mortality when death is on display in this way: bodies disintegrating, the sounds and smells of hot, sick blood and shit and bile erupting and oozing from a not-yet corpse. There will be no one to cradle the deceased, no comments about how they “look so peaceful,” like they’re “just sleeping.” There isn't a burial; there is a disposal.
It’s hard to imagine something worse than a virus that leaves people to die in the decaying wreckage of their own cytokine storm, bodies that leak with blood and death, commandeered and turned into Ebola
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