I have a hard time talking about death. Even thinking about death--those that I've already lost, and those that march closer towards it--brings about tears and sadness most overwhelming. It's so frustrating! No one escapes it. Everyone goes through it. Death is messy, can't be contained or constrained, grief is unique to all of us, yet death is still the same. I know that, generally, most people feel this way, but the genius of this book is that through its graphic novel format, it illustrates the universality of these emotions and the commonality of death, itself. Through the author's fearless portrayal of herself, we are able to laugh at ourselves, put words to our own secret shame of feeling burdened, and feel supported. This was one of the hardest books I've ever read, but I'm glad I did.