Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really, I'm just a little more out about it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Death is an absolute mystery. We are all vulnerable to it, it's what makes life interesting and suspenseful.
Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.
There have been a lot of murders and suicides in my family; it's like the primary cause of death. I wonder if there's a certain energy that attracts that.
Death has always had a prominent place in my mind. There are times when I think somebody might kill me.
Death always seems to be around me.
For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.
Death is a companion for all of us, whether we acknowledge it or not, whether we're aware of it or not, and it's not necessarily a terrible thing.
I'm not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades - it 'tis.
I don't fear death. I'm not obsessed with it the way everybody else seems to be.
I've worked very hard to become comfortable with how death works and why it happens. I now know that death isn't out to get me.