Mary Roach

Death is not the end; it is the end of a particular way of being.

We’re all just a bunch of cells, and it’s all going to end up in the ground.

You can’t take it with you, but you can leave it behind.

In the end, we’re all just dust in the wind.

We have a strange relationship with our dead.

The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize.

We are all just one accident away from being a cadaver.

What we do with our dead reflects our values as a society.

Cadavers are the world’s greatest teachers.

Humans have an innate curiosity about death.