I probably have a different angle on death too the rest of the British public, I used to spend 6 months of the year just milling around the Hospital ENT ward and sometimes ICU or Cancer units. My Mum is a Ward Sister and part of the General Management, my first experience of death was talking to a guy on the ward, he'd been attacked his eye's had been gouged and was just generally in a bad state, he died while I talked too him. I was too young to understand and just walked off.
The next time I found my Mom trying to pull a dead guy out of the toilet after they collapsed in there. Again pretty young I decided to go help not really knowing what had happened. Hey I paint a pretty picture for the NHS.
After that I stopped going to the Hospital and life was pretty death free my Grandma got cancer of the mouth in 01/02 that was pretty severe she didn't take kemo for it either. I wasn't sure how I felt, just felt like any other day. After she passed away I started dating a girl and found out her Mum had cancer, that went on for 3 years till this day, she passed away before Christmas last year.
None of these events made me feel any less different than I do today. My friend was murdered May of last year, I still visit his memorial every year and occasionally I try and say something in Arabic for what little it's worth I figure he'd like too hear that.
What you can take away from this Cat I dunno.
Float on.