Death On Screen

Drew Grant's essay on being saved by pop culture (in her case, the deaths on "Six Feet Under") ties in nicely with our recent thread on suicides:

I hated that show for killing off Nate, because Nate was us, he was our window into the world of "Six Feet Under." The fact that the story could continue without him would be to admit that life could go on without us. Without me. … I'm not saying that a fictional person's pretend death counts (Peter Krause is currently on "Parenthood," alive and well), but it's the closest I had ever come to seeing the profound and personal way a death affects a family, especially a death so random and senseless as Nate's.

After that episode, I stopped buying painkillers from shady drug dealers. I got out of bed and got another job. (Well, I worked from home, so technically I still stayed in bed, but at least I was earning a paycheck.) I also took trips home to my mom's house for weeks at a time, just happy that she wasn't the frigid and uptight Ruth but also wanting so badly to never, ever put her through what Ruth had to go through.