I am moved by this film about Herbert Fingarette, made by his grandson. Herbert worked as a philosopher and in one of his numerous books had concluded that the fear of death was irrational. Years later, the prospect of death began to frighten him. You can read the story here, in The Atlantic, and see the film, below.
On watching it I wondered if perhaps the subject of his fear is in fact loss rather than death.
And what a shining example of the film-maker's art: to observe and record and to let the story speak for itself.
On watching it I wondered if perhaps the subject of his fear is in fact loss rather than death.
And what a shining example of the film-maker's art: to observe and record and to let the story speak for itself.