“May you have a good death!”
I guess, to a great number of us, receiving that wish—despite the best of intentions—would be interpreted as morbid. And practically unheard of! Probably that’s why it would take most by surprise. Who in their right mind wishes people to have a decent demise?
Most of us wish people good days, good times, and good lives. Would it be bad to wish them one more good thing?
Every now and then, I come across stories of people who had pleasant starts as well as pleasant middles yet had unpleasant ends. And the more details I learn of their story, the sorrier I become for them.
Death is—at times—beyond human control. So is life. But despite the unpredictability of merely existing here, that doesn’t stop people from wishing others good lives. Why should that stop people from wishing others good deaths? Would you not want a passing that is as good as your living? A departure that is as decent as your arrival and stay?
In truth, that is what some of us count on. Like the cake could be ruined but the cherry could be saved.
Admittedly, I know that some people become fidgety when it comes to the subject of cessation. And it may not be any of their concerns at the moment. But, for whatever it is worth, may people have good deaths.