Isn’t it strange to note that dying can make good headlines? The Pope at 84 is ill and dying and the world watches. The media delivers details of the slow passing away of the head of the Church of Rome like crumbs to hungry pigeons. They are though in an odd situation for they can’t send any live pictures. There are no cameras to show the agony and suffering. No media allowed! The Pope has the privilege to die in privacy, only attended by a few chosen ones. Official statements about the Pope’s being are relayed to the media which reurgitates them for the waiting masses. The lack of live pictures is comepensated for by reviews of the Pope’s life.
Dying today is usually kept away from us. In hospitals the dying are exiled to the hallways, often left to going the last way alone, no hand to hold, no mouth to speak words of consolation and no ear to listen to last wishes, fears and burdens to unload. We love life and block out death, same as we do not connect our steak to living, breathing and furry cattle. Food is processed and often loses any semblance to the animal or plant it comes from. There is no place for a slimy, slippery beeding fish in our sanitized world of fish fingers. With death it is the same. Death is nature but is not nice, oftentimes. We look away, spare others the sight. Rarely are we witness to the process of a life fading away.
So it was rather astonishing to learn about the Pope’s slow and long way from life to death through the continuous flow of press releases. It made us aware of how long dying might take and which stations it might pass. Perhaps this Pope’s death teaches people something about death and dying in our speedy age of quick fixes to everyting.