Toward the end of the show's filming, a cast member named Eric Hill, who was booted fairly on, died in a paragliding accident. And Monday night, we finally got to watch what happened when the remaining cast members got the news.
Death is kind of like a bad break-up. There's a lot of ugly crying, fetal position dry heaves, binge drinking and subsequent after-hours spent reaching for the phone. The only difference is that, this time, there's no chance of reconcile.
It's almost a survival tactic to not be so human in New York because you simply can't be. You avert your eyes from stranger all the times because you can't afford to know their story -- good or bad -- because your life alone seems difficult enough without other people's problems.
On the morning of June 16th I received a call from my father alerting me that my grandmother, whom we affectionately called Nanny, had passed away ear...
I find myself grappling more and more with the prospect of death. Mine, yours, his, hers, all of ours, in this land of over 50. To tell you the truth I should say, the land of late sixties, because that's where I am now.
Dana and I broke up Labor Day weekend when I caught him in a lie. It wasn't the first, but I swore it would be the last. I asked him to leave the hous...
Each death is a reminder of the mystery of it all -- a reminder that we can only live each day as if it were the most important day of our lives and love as if it means everything.
Through my personal experiences of love and loss, and through 20 years of counseling countless clients through theirs, I have learned the following truths.
I walked to my mother's funeral on my own. There was no procession, no ride in a hearse; just a stroll from an empty hotel room to the crematorium, a functional brick outhouse circled by ornate grounds with small birds moving between the headstones.
When I was holding her in those last moments as her breaths slowed, her eyes, which had half shut and glazed, suddenly opened, focused on me and then beyond me.
What can death tell us about life? Could it potentially provide important hints and suggestions about who we really are, and what the overall context ...
Alexandra Huerta, a 22-year-old American orphan living in south-west Mexico, was hosting a session on the Ouija Board with her brother Sergio, 23, a...
One of the most astonishing coincidences in world history was the deaths of John Adams, America's second president, and Thomas Jefferson, its third. They both died on July 4, 1826, exactly 50 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
I woke this morning to a world further from peace. Rage fills so many hearts, mine included. There must be room for this. We are grieving our children, killed in cold blood for being Jews.
Whether it's God or Nature or a Spirit of the Universe -- it carries broken mothers and wraps them in an ethereal shawl. Like a mother wraps her children and keeps them warm.
Life is a series of deaths and rebirths. Death happens to our bodies every minute of every day yet; this process goes unnoticed because we are busy living life. Cells die. Skin dies. But the thought of the ultimate death stops us dead in our tracks.