I think the movie The Savages, starring Laura Linney and Philip Seymour Hoffman, exposes our tendency to avoid the reality of death.  Linney and Hoffman play siblings who are forced to take care of their father (who is battling dementia) after his ‘girlfriend’ dies.  Outside of a care facility Hoffman lays into his sister for being so choosy about assisted living centers saying,

“…the landscaping, the neighborhoods of care, they’re not for the residents. They are for the relatives; people like you and me who don’t want to admit what is really going on here. People are dying, Wendy. Right inside that beautiful building, right now, its a f-ing horror show. And all this wellness propaganda and the landscaping is just there to obscure the miserable fact that people die. And death is gaseous and gruesome and its filled with s*** and p*** and rotten stink.”

[This film is a great one for examining the human condition and coping mechanisms and living up to expectations, etc.]

I have been thinking about death a good bit lately.  My family, friends and church have been dealing with the losses of loved ones and I’ve been thinking about how to handle it all.  What should we say?  Does how we talk about death reveal what we think about it?  (N.T. Wright’s book, Surprised By Hope tackles some of these ideas)

We often find comfort in the ideas “it was their time” or “we’ll see them again” or “they’re in a better place”.  Recently I interacted with someone who uses the cloud of witnesses in Hebrews 12 to comfort the dying, saying that they will “know things and recognize people” even after they die.  This person also uses the promise of resurrection to assure reunion with believing family members.  I disagree with both approaches.

Perhaps I need to lighten up and let whatever gets us through the tough times stand.  But, my gut is unsettled by how we handle death.  I think the typical approaches to the topic fail to recognize how horrible it is.  God is a God of life.  Death is his opposite.  Even though Jesus defeated death, it still seems to reign in our present world.  As Jim Morrison sang, “No one here gets out alive.”  Is there a good way to speak of the end of a life as the tragic and hideous consequence of sin without causing unnecessary pain to the bereaved?  Can we handle talking about the reality of death?  After all, it is not as simple as ‘falling asleep’.  It is often painful and gross.

Obviously we don’t want to follow the tactless, brutality of Hoffman’s character.  Are there better ways to acknowledge the horror of death and comfort the dying/bereaved without resorting to cliches or manipulating the scripture to create an understanding that we are more comfortable with?

Have you seen it done well?  What have you found helpful?