We’re obsessed with "firsts" because they give us a sense of order in a chaotic universe. The first kiss, the first job, the first car. But death is the one first that resists that tidy narrative. It’s the great untidy fact that unites every person who has ever lived.
Think about it: every single human being you have ever seen—in a movie, on the street, in your own home—will share that same endpoint. It’s the most intimate club on Earth, and we’re all members. That’s not scary; it’s actually a kind of bizarre solidarity.
Culture crunch: In Mexico, Día de los Muertos celebrates death with color, food, and laughter. Families build altars and tell stories about the departed. It’s a beautiful reminder that death doesn’t have to be a silent topic—it can be a party.
