“After giving life to me, my mom surrounded me with death. The cemetery was my day care, my pre- and post-school playground. It was there that I grew up, watching my mom tend to her clients and their places of rest. Amongst the gravestones and mausoleums, my spongy brain enveloped every answer my mom would give to my every question (and yes, there were a lot of them). I was her assistant, helping wash and tidy and plant blossoms, all while I grew to understand the culture and religion of death.” We share this article by Anna Gragert, originally posted by The Order of the Good Death.