In my dream, there are threads of wisdom that bear testament to my love for the Senoi. I can see families sitting around the breakfast table, speaking not only of their dreams, but also of death. Since all adults have been informed of their predestined death timing, everyone celebrates their own deathday each year, as joyously as they celebrate birthdays. 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.