Children grow up knowing how long their parents will accompany them in physical form, and they know who will care for them if both parents die before the children grow up. Even the littlest ones are included in conversations about the facts of death, just as they are included in discussions about the facts of life. Parents use words the children understand, but no one uses euphemisms when talking about death. Every question and concern is addressed with honesty and respect. In addition to practical and esoteric instruction in matters relating to death, there is also a lot of joking about it.
Black humor permeates every form of media, and it shows up in all but the most sacred death rituals.
Even memorial services, which are actually big celebrations called awakes, are not immune to practical jokes and displays of debauchery. No one takes death seriously, because everyone takes it very seriously. This paradox is itself humorous to the inhabitants of my dream. There is always at least one trickster in every family. This jokester is regarded as the holiest of holies, because she makes fun even in the face of death.