My review is pithy and straight to the point. It's brilliantly written, more so, excellently narrated by the author - Caitlin (@thegooddeath) herself.

A few years ago, I was dead set (no pun intended) on making the most of my life. I went batshit crazy on my indulgences and ticked off my pseudo bucket list, one trivial goal at a time (try this cheesecake, buy that dress, date myself next weekend, etc.)

One day while looking up Latin phrases, I chanced upon the phrase Memento Mori - "Remember you must die." It embodied the exact sentiment I had but nobody else shared. To live life fully, you must embrace that death, one day will come knocking on your door. I felt massive relief learning that phase.

To immortalize that belief, I got a skull tattoo. A lot of work went into it. I decided to sketch it one pandemic morning, added florals for a feminine touch, booked an appointment with my tattooist friend, and in December 2020, I "earned" it.

I'm fortunate enough to have a mother who doesn't fear talking about mortality. It's important. Acknowledging death gives you more freedom. Denying it locks you up further and makes you more self-conscious and a magnet of your own fears.

Sure, death scares me in some way. But it's not really about death. It's more about the potential pain I'd fear. If it's my time, I'd rather have it done quickly. There's more death in living paralyzed or purposeless than being lifeless and breathless.