Taboo?

I attended a funeral of a close relative today. Is it considered a taboo to talk about the issue of death? I don't think so. If you read blogs, then you are techno-savvy (or aren't you). Living in a world of fast forwards and modernization and being techno-savvy, you don't believe in bad luck just because you read someone's blog about death, do you?

Anyway, i'll leave the blogging of this event for another day. But let me leave the night with this poem by Emily Dickinson.

There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as today.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.

The neighbours rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;

Somebody flings a mattress out, -
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that, -
I used to when a boy.

The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign, -
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.

If you're freaked out, do yourself a favour... Don't log in for the next week or so. :P