Tea, Tasty Cakes, and Death

Because of this blog and the journey I took, I am often forwarded articles about death. About a week ago, a woman I went to school with saw an article in Tea Magazine and said I should read it. It's about Death Cafes, which is something I'd never even heard of, but by golly I think they are a wonderful idea. So being the curious person that I am, I contacted Jon Underwood to ask him a few questions about this movement.



DW: Where did the idea for the death cafe start?

JU: Death Cafe comes from the ideas of Swiss sociologist Bernard Crettaz who came up with something called Cafes Mortels. In Continental Europe there is a tradition of meeting in public places to talk about important subjects. So there is a Cafe Philo, where people talk about philosophy, and Cafes Scientifique where people talk about science. Bernard's innovation was to come up with something where people talk about death.

He organised about 40 cafes in Switzerland and I saw a piece in an English paper about the first event in France. I was immediately gripped by the idea and resolved to offer Death Cafes that very day. There is more about the story of Death Cafe here.

DW:  How long have they been going on?

JU:  Bernard has been organising Death Cafes since 2004. My first one was in September 2011 and was facilitated by Sue Barsky Reid, who is a psychotherapist and also my mum! Bernard wrote a book about Cafes Mortels but it is in French so for Death Cafe we have come up with our own methodology and principles.

DW:  What is the purpose or mission statement of a death cafe?

JU:  It is "To increase awareness of death with a view to helping people make the most of their (finite) lives."

DW:  Are professionals involved or can a regular person organize a death cafe?

JU:  No there is no funding for Death Cafe and it is all organised on a voluntary basis. Our first principle is that we are not offering Death Cafes for profit, though we try and cover expenses with donations or funding where necessary. Our other principles are that our Death Cafes are always offered:- In an accessible, respectful and confidential space, free of discrimination, where people can express their views safely
- With no intention of leading participants towards any particular conclusion, product or course of action
- Alongside refreshing drinks and nourishing food – and cake!

DW:  What kinds of people show up? Is it typically an older crowd? Are people looking for comfort or grief counseling due to a loss?

JU:  My father-in-law once said to me that "The trouble with this work is that no one wants to talk about death.' He was wrong! All kinds of people show up, not typically an older crowd. We have a really varied group of attendees which is great. If one group is over represented it is younger (20 - 35) women. I haven't been able to establish why this is as yet.

Some people have lost someone and the group tends to listen very attentively and supportively. I would say the vast majority don't come with the intention of working through major bereavement issues (I think the name might put them off). Rather it is people who just want to reflect on one of the most important topics that there is.

DW:  In your opinion, are people more afraid of their own death or the death of their loved ones?

JU:  No idea! Personally for me it's the death of my wife and children that scares me most. That's not to say that I'm not scared of dying - I am! But doing this work has given me confidence that whatever happens I will respond with openness and resilience. I know I will cope. That's really useful!

DW:  Do you provide resources for the people who attend?

JU:  We don't really offer resources, though our website (www.deathcafe.com) has lots of interesting reading. Offering information is important and there are great organisations that do this, such as the Natural Death Centre, Good Funeral Guide, and EvansAboveOnline.

But Death Cafe is consciously not about offering information. Rather we offer people time and space to reflect and discuss, without the intention of them taking a particular course of action.

DW:  How many people typically show up for an event?

JU:  It varies. The smallest is 3 and the largest to my knowledge 22 (this was a magical event - the first Death Cafe specifically for the LGBTQ community).

DW:  What advice would you give to someone who would like to start a death cafe in their city or town?

JU:  Go for it! Death Cafes deliver a lot of fun and happiness for not too much effort. All you need is a venue, a facilitator, some attendees and of course cake. There is a guide to offering your own Death Cafe on our website.

We work with anyone who is happy with our principles and offer support, promotion and advice. Hit me up if you want to know more: underwoodjon [at] gmail [dot] com

Thank you so much, Jon!  I am totally interested in starting one here in Texas.

Happy Valentine's Day!!!  

Tuesday Movies

Well, it certainly has been awhile since I posted on the blog.  Death can make doing the little things in life a little more difficult than usual.  But, here I am.  In the past week, I've seen two movies and both of them contain death.  I'm still recovering from the one I saw yesterday.

Okay, so what did I see?  First up was "Warm Bodies," which kind of sounds like an R rated film, but I took both of my kids to see it.  My tween daughter loved it and my son thought it was okay.  I think there was a little too much romance for his taste.  So, what's it about?  Well, we have a post-apocalyptic story line, we have zombies and we have two ill fated lovers.  I've read reviews that liken the film to a retelling of Romeo and Juliet, which I guess is possible, but it's a VERY loose interpretation at best.  One of the lovers is a zombie and his love for a girl begins to make him human again.  In other words, love can save the world.  It was cute and funny, but it's definitely a flick you can see on your very own TV and not feel like you've missed out on anything by not seeing it in the theater.  Here's the trailer...


Yesterday I saw "Django Unchained," which is definitely something you want to see on the big screen.  Like all Tarantino films, I had to watch a lot of it between splayed fingers.  The dude makes me uncomfortable, but he also writes interesting story lines and characters, so it's the price I have to pay for watching his films.  There has been much in the press about the use of the N word in this film.  Yes, it made me uncomfortable, but I think that's the point.  I realize this movie is a work of fiction, but it's about the horrors of slavery and I personally think it's important that we don't sugar coat the past to make it palatable for modern day society.  What do you think?


And then it hit me...

Today was the last day of the estate sale where we sold the rest of my mother-in-law's things after all of the siblings took what was meaningful to them.  And let me tell you, there was still a lot of stuff for sale.  I don't think I was emotionally prepared for yesterday.  The sale started at 8.  I was there at 8:05 and the street was packed with parked cars and tons of people in a mad rush to score a treasure.  I couldn't deal with the throngs of people, so I spent most of the day hauling more stuff out of the house and onto the driveway.  About two hours in, I started weeping in her empty living room.  I felt so overwhelmed by it all.  Nobody cared that she was an excellent gardener or photographer or knitter or seamstress or that she could bake a mean cookie or that she loved coffee, Dr. Oz, Martha Stewart or a good biography.  They just wanted to walk away with something for a dollar or fifty cents.  And it made me really freakin' sad. Ironically, she hated having garage sales, but boy did she have a successful one.  I don't think I've ever seen so many people.

Today, I was consolidating things and digging through boxes to tidy up the tables and I came across a white folder at the bottom of a box.  There were several pictures from her life, including what is now my favorite picture of her and my husband.  They are in the hills of Marin County.  Erik looks about thirteen.  The wind is blowing furiously in their hair and they are both looking out through the lenses of their cameras as someone takes a photo of them.  It captures her spirit and the gift that she gave her offspring.  She was a teacher who taught all of her children to appreciate beauty and nature and taking their time to do things right. What a gift!

By the end of the day, we were telling the odd sprinkling of people to take what they wanted for free.  I think she would have liked that.  And it was funny, these people didn't just load up their boxes with whatever they could pick, they took their time and selected items that they liked.  I think she would appreciate that.  She was a generous spirit.  In a way, I hope she was there these past two days watching the goings on of her earthly things and how they were taking up residence in other people's houses and apartments. Her things would live on!  But, mostly, I hope that she will go freak out the person who stole the leaf blower and the lady who kept stuffing items in her ginormous purse.  I was too much of a chicken to call her on it.  Those two should be ashamed of themselves.

I'm pooped, emotionally and physically.  I don't think I want to do another garage sale for at least 50 years.  Hopefully, I won't have to.