Debating Medical Aid in Dying

How news of Daniel Kahneman’s death is reopening discussion
Hospital bed with medication bottles

The debate about medical aid in dying is ongoing.

Since 1994, when Oregon became the first U.S. state to legalize medical aid in dying to terminally ill people, the number of states where it is an option has grown to 10, plus the District of Columbia. But it remains a struggle of conscience for many: Only a year after his death has it become publicly known that Daniel Kahneman, Israeli-American Nobel Prize winner, chose to end his life in Switzerland. As the Wall Street Journal reported in March 2025, Kahneman wrote to friends before his March 2024 death: “I am not embarrassed by my choice, but I am also not interested in making it a public statement.” Continue reading

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What Happens to Metal in a Body After Cremation?

Funeral homes keep tons of metal out of landfills by recycling

The metal parts are sorted once they are received at Cremation Recycling’s processing center.
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Kevin McKay is the manager of the cremation division of Cremation Recycling, a part of Mid-States Recycling & Refining that specializes in precious metal refinery services for funeral homes throughout the United States. Involved in the precious metals recycling industry since 2001, McKay has been with Mid-States, located just outside Chicago, since 2016. We spoke with McKay about the process and the benefits of recycling metal from cremated bodies.

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“Help Me, Helen”

My dying husband's sickness revealed the true strength of our love
A lake in yosemite where a man drowned

A favorite spot of Don and Helen’s along a trail from one of their many vacations to Yosemite
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This is Helen’s story, as told to writer Aurora Wells. Our “Opening Our Hearts” stories are based on people’s real-life experiences with grief and loss. By sharing these experiences, we hope to help our readers feel less alone in their grief and ultimately aid them in their healing process. In this post, we tell the story of a woman who has lost her husband to bladder cancer.

The hospice workers told me death would carry him off in his sleep. Like a moonlit wave from God’s gentle sea, quietly collecting his soul at high tide. But it wasn’t like that.

My husband drowned.

He asked for a calendar. And when I saw Don trace the days with a quivering finger, brow furrowed in concentration, I knew he was holding the final page of his life.

Shortly thereafter, he stopped drinking water. The cloud of cancer and morphine thickened around him for days.

“He was drowning in my arms. And just like a baby fights to live, he fought to die.”

When I heard that gurgle, the so-called death rattle, I knew it meant his lungs were filling with water. He was drowning in my arms. And just like a baby fights to live, he fought to die.

Then the clouds parted. His eyes burned into mine with a clarity I thought lost. His final words were entirely lucid, though I rarely bring myself to repeat them. He said:

“Help me, Helen.”

After his death, exhaustion crippled me. I had to tell my grieving sons, I’m so sorry, but I have nothing left to give.

It would be six months before I felt rested. I was deeply haunted for much longer. It’s as if a part of me turned to stone forever — I just got stronger each day, until I could carry the weight without shaking. And even now, nine years later, I choke on his final words.

And even now, nine years later, I choke on his final words.

This might be difficult to understand, but I would rather my husband was still sick than gone forever.

A picture of a couple spooning before the husband died

Don and Helen on their honeymoon in Yosemite

Don was diagnosed with bladder cancer two and a half years before his death. I was his caregiver. And just as the cloud of disease and drugs consumed his mind toward the end of his life, the dark trauma obscures our 38 years of marriage in my memory. It’s challenging to truly recall our lives before.

And there was so much before.

We met in June, were engaged by August and married in November. There was the smell of sweet corn; the pumpkins and bright rooster feathers lining our San Francisco city garden. Don got his pilot’s license, and we saw California from above each wonderful weekend. Then we had boy after baby boy, until there were four towheads chasing the chickens.

I stayed home with the kids for 10 years before going back to work. Then I decided to fulfill a lifelong dream: At 51, I enrolled as an undergraduate at the University of California, Berkeley. It wasn’t easy, but Don supported me every step of the way. He was my best friend.

“I tried to lose myself in medical charts and fresh water; like a marionette with flailing arms, guided solely by the hapless strings of fierce dedication.”

I have my regrets. I wish I had talked to Don when he was sick. At the time, it felt selfish to make him talk when survival itself was a struggle … and criminally unfair to upset him with my tears. I tried to lose myself in medical charts and fresh water; like a marionette with flailing arms, guided solely by the hapless strings of fierce dedication.

Now I understand that yes, he was the one dying — but I was the one who would have to live with this.

I would do anything to have my husband back. But despite the pain we shared, I do not regret the way he died. After we learned of his cancer, we held each other so closely, looked into each other’s eyes more deeply than ever — and a kindness grew between us that was not there before. We knew we loved each other, but his sickness revealed the true strength of our love. And I will always be grateful for that.

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Fourteen Quotes About Spirituality and Death

A glowing, golden photo of a sunset over water with large rock formations in the foreground.

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Nature is just one way for us to see the beauty around us that transcends our daily lives  and thus provide greater perspective about death.

1. “I love to think that animals and humans and plants and fishes and trees and stars and the moon are all connected.”

– Gloria Vanderbilt

2. “You need special shoes for hiking—and a bit of a special soul as well.”

– Terri Guillemets

3. “Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.”

– Rossiter Worthington Raymond

4. “We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.”

– Nikita Gill

5. “If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.”

– Kahlil Gibran

6. “God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.”

– Voltaire

7. “Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”

– Rumi

8. “Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to ‘die before you die’ — and find that there is no death.”

–Eckhart Tolle

9. “For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.”

–William Penn

10. “Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.”

-Benjamin Franklin

11. “We are not human beings on a spiritual path, but spiritual beings on a human path.”

– Lauren Artress

12. “The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.”

– Lucius Annaeus Seneca

13. “The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.”

– Hermann Hesse

14. “When that time comes, when my last breath leaves me, I choose to die in peace and meet Shi’dy’in” (the creator).

– A Navajo poem

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Recovering Cremation Remains After the Los Angeles Fires

Alta Heritage Foundation’s unique method helps retrieve loved ones
Two archaeologists in white protective clothing sort through debris on the foundation of a home destroyed by fire.

Archaeologists working with Alta Heritage Foundation
search for cremains in the debris of a home destroyed by fire.
Credit: Alta Heritage Foundation

Losing a home in a fire is bad enough, but losing the cremains of a loved one in the ruins adds an extra measure of anguish. Hundreds of families may be in that situation following the massive fires in Los Angeles last January. Now a nonprofit that does not charge for its services is working to bring relief to those families, recovering cremation remains through a highly specialized process: disaster archaeology.
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“As Tears Go By” by Marianne Faithfull

How a poignant song gained gravitas through the artist's life experiences
Album cover for a record with a grainy photo of a woman, Marianne Faithfull looking directly into the lens of the camera, leaning her head to the side. She has light brown hair cut shoulder length with bangs, in the style popular in the 1960s.

Marianne Faithfull’s Studio Album Cover

Marianne Faithfull, the English singer, actress and 1960s “It” Girl, died in January at the age of 78. She was perhaps most famous for her UK 1964 hit single “As Tears Go By,” a melancholy song that contemplates the passage of time. She also famously dated Mick Jagger, had memorable roles in several films and authored three memoirs.

Her recent death has sparked a wave of retrospectives from music critics and people who knew and loved her, reflecting on her troubled life and how it affected her music career.

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