Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
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It may seem fatalistic to launch a blog on the single life in San Francisco with a post about death, but it is a truth universally acknowledged that being single, much like living with an unknown expiration date, has often been a state associated with fear. And not only for women living in Jane Austen’s time either. The fear of death is called “thanatophobia” and it is a kind of fear that literally affects your everyday life. Apparently, there’s a name associated with the fear of never marrying too—it’s called “anuptaphobia”—and it also can encompass the fear of marrying the wrong person in life. But unlike being single, death is an inevitable bookend to life, and that fact was brought home to me (again) recently.

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