Agreed. And I know it's a weird obsession to have. I'd have to admit that I'm sure part of it is just the fact that I lost my Dad way too soon. I was 20. He was only 49.
As much as I've "dealt" with it, I've never gotten over it.
And don't worry about the morbid conversation. Death is a part of life and a reality we all have to face. Talking about it ahead of time may help us better prepare for the next time we're faced with it.
Good evening... I hope you have figured out your answer to the funeral thing.
My dinner went well! They liked the turkey (nobody knew how to carve it, but we managed, and oh, it came out lovely) and, beeing guys, adored the pecan pie. I brought home the tiniest sliver to have before bed.
Spent prolly seven hours all told watching... um... you-know-what. Five hours of a mafia story that makes "The Godfather" look civil.