Death has been on my mind a lot lately. I have decided to do my thesis on its representations on screen and how that impacts the audience. One particular text which inspired this is the television show Six Feet Under. I am a huge fan of this show after my mother introduced it to me a few years ago. It is gritty and raw and painfully funny, it shows the reality you would never talk about with your friends. I have posted below a review on the first series that I did last year. Now that I look back on it, there are a few things I would change. I was reading a powerfully emotional novel at the time and I think this shows through my almost melodramatic dark writing. Anyway - to all the people who dont read this blog - I hope you like it
Death.
It's the one word which will never become desensitized. The one moment your whole life has been leading up to. When you're voice is silenced and there's things left unsaid. The ultimate full stop. Now of course there's the afterlife. Heaven and Hell depending on your relationship with God. Dust and dirt for the realists. But death is the full stop to a tangible existence. And when you're six feet under, when you're scattered across the Earth or sitting in an earn, your life-once-lived tears apart the lives of the people you once knew. It cripples them with grief, because once someone you love dies, a part of you is stolen, and your whole existence is uprooted. Most of us are fortunate to be touched by the potency of loss only a few times in our life. But what about the people who swallow the poison everyday? The people whose life is death. Whose weekly wage relies on car crashes and heart attacks and cancer. The funeral directors who we pay to deal with death for us.
