I saw someone die this week. This is not unusual; hospitals are places of life and death. I sometimes forget how far death is from most people’s day to day life and how difficult it can be be when it comes crashing in. This week two people, completely independently, asked me if I was still hosting Death Cafes. These are events spaces for people to come together to drink tea, eat cake and face our mortality. I’ve attended many Death Cafes and last hosted one in 2017.
Breaking the death taboo over tea, cake and candlelight
Talking about death is hard. But not talking about it can be damaging, with wishes unknown, plans never actualised, questions never answered and things left unsaid. There is so much to be gained from engaging with the finite nature of our lives. And so I’ve decided to run a series of Death Cafes again.
There will be tea. There will be cake. There will be facilitated conversation. If previous Death Cafes are anything to go by, there will be laughter, vulnerability and comfort.
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