Death is scary for our culture. We don’t talk about it until we literally have no other choice, no way to avoid it anymore. And oftentimes, by then, it’s too late. We don’t know what our loved ones want or don’t for treatment, for final arrangements. We don’t tell them all things we want to say before they can’t answer back. At least, that’s what happened to me with my grandmother, leaving me with only her favorite broach and a lifetime of regrets. Her death spurred me to work with the terminally ill in the first place, to guide others to avoid the same mistakes.