I always loved watching "Peter Pan" and I thought Pixie Dust was pretty neat. I also remember the "laying out" of my Grandfather's casket on Grandmother's dining room table as pretty impressive, as were all the people who came to the house to say goodbye. Now that I am 65 yrs. plus, I appreciate more each day the old-gentle-and matter of fact way our forebearers dealt with death. It was a part of life. My daughter called me about 6 pm tonite, sobbing and devastated, because a close friend of her's died instantly of an anurism this morning [at age 35]. There aren't many words of comfort for that. But that is what it is. Life and death go hand and hand. It pretty much boils down to how we are going to deal with it.