2019 may be the year when euthanasia is finally legal, giving us the opportunity to choose. The end, and our version of it, has been a long time coming.
Last week, a study that examined the after-lifespan of pig brains suggest that death is not as finite as we have previously assumed. From a medical standpoint, the implications are huge.
Returning to Sacramento on a flight with drink and book in hand, one’s mind tends to wander to a time passed, and the vacant space off my hip.
Over in California, one family is livid with the modern health system, as a robot doctor informed them that their elderly relative will not survive.
This morning, we lost the frontman of the Prodigy and the hottest man in 90210. However, with celebrity death comes our social media farewells. Disappointingly, we’re discussing the wrong issue.
This morning, Stan Lee, the grand old man who created countless universes, left us. However, to dorks like me, his work will forever remain, and thusly, he shall too.
Burt Reynolds the man might be gone, but the version of him we know still lives on. When a celebrity passes, we’re subject to the same behaviour: a reminder of time passed.
Saying goodbye to your dog is brutal. However, one study believes that it is much harder than farewelling a relative. Seems legit.
Today, after 17 days of visceral grieving, the Orca that carried her dead young on her nose let go. Considering many of us deny grief, there’s a lesson here.
As our lives become more reliant on technology, it stands to reason that we take it into consideration when we die. So, what happens to it?
I’m at the age where my social calendar is made up of funerals. However, the more I see, the less I want the standard dour church fare for my own.
The trend of the green/natural burial is taking root. Simply put, when you pass, your body goes back to nature. However, the trend is far more developed than you think.
According to the data, it seems that pop-music is once again obsessed with death. The reason behind this morbid push, however, is rather interesting.
Because Graeme Langlands passed without answering the accusations hanging over his head, I fear the ruling has now slipped to the court of public opinion.
In 2017, I endured death on a very personal scale. What I learned was that all of us should not avoid what we fear, but look it directly in the face.
Selfies today, gone tomorrow. Social media has many ways to deal with your death. You can even haunt your loved ones if you so wish. You monster.
Today marks twenty years since the death of Diana, and I still remember it as if it was yesterday. Which is the problem. Two decades of tabloid speculation has twisted our memory of her. Time to let her rest.
By the time you read this, I might be dead. But while I don’t fear death, I do fear that the image of me in a hospital bed with colour the memories of my loved ones.
Jeff Reese shares the story of how his friend Brandon Carlisle and their mutual passion for fly-fishing changed his life, and also sheds light on a special program called Project Healing Waters.
Today is May the fourth, the date we celebrate the Star Wars universe. What better way than to unpack the mind of the biggest goth in the galaxy?
Death. It comes to us all, but who measures out the chances of that happening, and how do they reach that figure? Welcome back to the abject chicanery of Sci-gasm.
It seems we can be forgiven after all for weeping over the deaths of celebrities we never meet. We mourn our own fragility, faced with the reminder that nobody can live forever.