It’s easy to say that death is something we all eventually face and I should stop navel gazing. It’s equally easy to say that he — and we — will be in a better place after death. But for me, those answers feel incomplete and overly easy. Just because we all die doesn’t mean that I’m ready for my dog to go. And it doesn’t mean that I’m ready to stare at my mortality or that of my parents or that of my soon-to-be-wife or that of my kids.