Death is always a tough issue to give out advice on. Everyone's different, especially when it comes to post mortem beliefs.
I've had enough friends/relatives die to handle it pretty well now a days. But even still, some deaths will still shock me to the bone because of their nature.
Last week, the cop on my hockey team was telling me about the guy who died riding his motorcycle on crowchild. He told me how he was going 220km/hr, lost control and hit the gaurdrail, ripping his body in half instantly. With the internet and the people I hang around with, I've heard enough gross stories like that to be able to just say "oh man that's gross!" and then not really think about it again.
Until today when I glanced over the obituaries and saw someone I went to high school with, and it said he passed away riding his motorbike last week. My mind immediatly produced images of the brief times i interacted with him, which then immediatly turned to horrific images of his body being ripped in half, and seeing his upper body laying on the road with his face looking back at me. i honetly don't even know if this was the guy that the cop was talking about, but my mind just put two and two together. I've never had my brain produce such startling, graphic and clear images of anything.
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