The nakedness of death (for English speaking people)

You stop breathing, your heart stops and you're officially dead. Is it the end?

We are alert for the smart phone , ipad, internet, tv, car, plane or balloon, for speeding and the so-called modern world. We wander pending just of our ourselves.

Suddenly someone close, known, loved, sympathetic, dies. Even in the case of a death foretold we are surprised. We are puzzled and found no explanation. Well the technical ones, because we all know about medicine and talk about our own illnesses, overwhelming our conversational partners. 

Why we do not seek the explanations before? Is it worth it?

Why, if the only two common things that we do all, absolutely everyone, all human beings, is birth and death, we put those faces of surprise?

In those difficult moments you want to be helped, and comforted. They are cliché situations, even among Catholics, where the message is that Jesus is the Son of God and the Resurrection, a key testimony which requires faith.

The confusion occurs among Catholics too, why?

We do not really know how to face death. We are clumsy, fearful and full of contradictions. We do not have the faith of Indiana Jones in the third film of the saga, when he closes his eyes to cross the chasm.

In the best scenario there are people who asked to have a good death, the people of the generation of my grandmother and others. They pray to be in those moments, always disconcerting, at ease with yourself and at peace. Perhaps if we would search it in life we would arrive in much better conditions. Just maybe, because the human beings have so many derivatives and pettiness that it is surprising and make complicated pontificate.

If you remember The Young Frankenstein, from the genius of Mel Brooks, when the monster visits the blind hermit. He spills the hot soup over the monster; he breaks the wine cup in a toast; he burns his finger to light the cigar and the poor monster flees in horror. The hermit then runs after him and yells:

- Wait, where are you going? I was going to make espresso.
We need to let go the death, but it is an old acquaintance and it will be back again. 
We have not advance as much as we pretend.
p / s. I think in the next publicity of Nespresso, the monster could replace the classic Mr. Clooney and Mr. Gene Hackman play the role of the blind hermit: "I was going to prepare a Nespresso" .
Do you see? Then the monster returns, to drink the coffee.

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