A book about death. And death practices around the world. Far from being morbid, as one might expect, it paints a beautiful picture of life, death, and mourning. It compares the Western methods of death and burial or disposal with those of many other civilizations (and frankly, it finds those current ones of the West very lacking).
I have long said that when I die I either want to go to a body farm, where others can learn from my dad body, or I want someone to dig a hole and just drop me in, so that I can feed worms. I know this is not the desire of most people, and similarly, the author realizes that different people have different needs and desires around death. And each individuals desires are constantly changing. The examination of different rituals around the world is enlightening and encouraging. And she sounds like a dandy undertaker!