When my dad went to Vietnam in 1967, he took out a one million dollar insurance policy in case he didn't make it home. I was 4 years old. From that moment, I can remember our family talking about death and dying. As we grew in years and understanding, death and what we wanted to happen to our body was regular dinner conversation. It wasn't brought up every night, but enough times that we knew we could bring it up and it would not seem strange. I thought everyone did this. Read more...