And food is the most appropriate gift, because it is perishable, just as we are. And since what we eat becomes us, we are sharing our physical substance, the very real mystery at the heart of Communion. Death is a presence, not an absence. Death is what we share with every other human being, alive, dead, or yet to be born. Death is the one thing we have in common with all of creation.
Death makes our life.
In our quotidian consciousness, the world is too huge and too complicated for one person to be able to perceive, let alone understand or control. So we narrow our focus, hatch our little plots, fret over trifles that are made into monsters by the intensity of our concentration. And then someone dies. However, this also opens up the sky and the horizon as far as one can see in all directions. When someone dies, we are given the opportunity to behold our life as it is, complete.