Death!

Currently I am taking a philosophy class. I was really excited to start this class, partly due to my suspicion that I would love a topic whose sole topic is speculating about things that are unknown. I love to think about concepts and abstract things, so I thought this would be fun. The class was titled Philosophy and Literature with a description summery stating we would be reading literature and focusing on the philosophical nature of the stories. Thinking, Reading, and Discussion... some of my favorite activities! I arrive to the class and find all of the literature would be focusing on one theme: death.

At first I thought the rest of my Tuesday and Thursday afternoons would be depressing due to this subject being discussed for an hour and a half, but in many respects I've found it quite the contrary. The first book we read is The Death of Ivan Ilyich by Leo Tolestoy. While hating the main character at first, the story of Ivan grew on me and made me very conscience of my life, especially pertaining to the way it was being lived. In many ways after leaving this class, I seem to have a deeper passion for life and a fervor to be conscientiously insuring I am doing all that I deem necessary and good, because I could indeed die tomorrow.

During my first class session, my professor addressed some of the reasons for anxiety about death. One of my favorite things I have ever heard a person talk about was her discussion on the anxiety some experience over what could become of your body after you die. She was saying how this is a valid concern for many when thinking of death. She gave an example to illustrate a reason for the fear (which this was the best part). She said hypothetically she dies, her children decide to have her body preserved by a taxidermist, and then place her in the living room for display! (oh, I love the irony of a dead body in a LIVING room). Then years go by, my professor's children die and her preserved body is sold in a yard sale and she ends up in a frat house! I am laughing SO hard at this point with the visuals I have of a preserved body being in the corner of a frat house while crazy drunken frat boys are running all over the room. This is quite possibly one of the most disturbing yet hilarious thing I had ever heard. The horror of this situation is of course her helplessness of stopping it.

During this class I realized I am totally at ease with my mortality. This is probably due to this childhood fear I had of dying at the age of 16. This fear results from often being told often when I was young that I resembled my aunt Elaine that died when she was 16 in an accident. I guess it was just my childish logic, but I figured that since everyone told me I was so much like her I might meet an accidental death at the age of 16 as well. I never thought about this often; it was just something in the back of my head and apparently never told anyone about this until I mentioned it once in some conversation. Hope none of you think differently of my now...

As Christians we also talk about death, but it is much more in the context of the heaven afterlife we are promised. Once I started reexamining fundamental parts of Christianity according to different doctrines and common practice about 3 years ago, I've been stuck on the issue of heaven. I certainly do not agree with the "turn or burn" method of preaching I've seen occasionally. For one among other reasons, I don't think taking on the lifestyle of Jesus is based on staying out of hell, but bringing peace and as Brian McLaren says in The Secret Message of Jesus "a little piece of heaven to earth". I honestly don't know if I am certain there is a heaven after this life is over. I sometimes feel like people need this concept of heaven for a sense of comfort and a goal to work toward, like they need an ultimate reward for putting up with all of those trying people on earth and helping all of those sinners. I don't like the phrase of "earning my crowns in heaven" and others people mention while doing tasks they don't deem as pleasant or instantly rewarding. People are people, no matter their religious creed, race, or sex and deserve just treatment like everyone else. Sometimes I think that gets lost when just looking at the afterlife.

Just a couple more thoughts on death, then I'm wrapping this up (I promise). One interesting debate we had in the first days of class was how the belief in an afterlife can effect the way a person lives their life. If I don't believe there is anything after this life, I might be much more prone to do WHATEVER I deem fun, worthwhile, and needed. This freedom results in some ways from not worrying about punishment/justification aspect in the afterlife. On the other hand, a person that staunchly believes in an afterlife might have no problem dying prematurely (which another interesting concept I don't go into now) in an act of martyrdom. And of course the more normal example is the exact opposite of the first, a person denying themselves morally ambiguous activities (which could range from drinking alcohol, eating pork, having sex before marriage, smoking) to ensure their good standing in the afterlife.

I guess the great thing about this class is how deeply it makes a person look at the direction of their life and make sure it is one which they may not horribly regret. May we stop today and take a moment to be a little introspective, examining our lives to make sure we are living them to the fullest. May we never end like Ivan Ilyich in the conclusion of the book by realizing on our death bed we chased after the wrong things and missed out on what life really is about.

-Kristy