i lived with my grandparents for a while....actually until the both passed...anyhow...my grandfather died in my arms...and he knew he was dying...it's like he felt something in his heart...and breathing got slower...
he wasn't scared of death or dying...we talked about that somewhat since i used to be obsessed with it...
when my great grandma died about a year and a half ago,
i was at her house looking at old pictures. apparently it was
not unusual to take pictures of people affter they died. there
were a few a people posed like they were sitting or sleeping
and they were all dressed up. the only thing was that they
were dead. it was odd, but the pictures were so interesting.
one of these days i want to restore some of them and maybe
make a book or something.