I think with the present awful trend of not accepting age, and seeing it as something ugly, will play into this non-acceptance as death being the logical other part in a pair, like salt n pepper, life & death.
Those botoxing their faces, altering their appearance because they see age as something ugly is not a natural way to be. I recall, as a child, seeing my grandfather (and other older people) and thinking that they were beautiful, in no way did I ever look at my granddad and think hey you are ugly, on the contrary, I loved him precisely and specificaly because of his weathered face, his big ears, his big nose, all of it was like that to me, it all fit in to the sense of nurting and security I got from those older opeople who as a child one automatically is in awe of for it is they who have so much to tell.
Littlens are seen as being so cute by grown-ups, a little child sees things the same way, thinks/experiences the elderly in a natural way (not yet conditioned by society in any way) thinking in his or her way that the grandparents are cute too.
Lines in a person's face can be seen as being something beautiful, worthy, noble, there where a culture at least appreciates such things as wisdom come about through years of experience. The small child senses these things, loves listening to stories.
It seems these things have been lost in Western society and this is one of the biggest reasons why in Western culture only life is accepted and clung on to, in an absurdly unrealistic and unnatural way, with no acceptance of the other part of the dualistic nature of things: death.
Existence is dualistic, the planet appears to operate according to the terms of dualism, thus to ignore that part of reality is in fact like a kind of illness in itself.
Our culture in the West is saying, hide age, make everything revolve around youth. The practice of age discrimination has become so great that even though it is possible for human beings to see things in a totally different way, presently many cannot, and this is due partly or greatly to the media, that shapes perceptions.
However, in Western culture, dealing with death, seems to have become something dark and most often is very heavy to go through.
Of course there are many, or rather multitudinous situations around death, like natural death or through a tragedy, but someone who gets knocked down by a bus, that may seem in a way, a different kind of tragic than so someone that has had cancer for a number of years and has come to terms with it.
My personal fear is not for me, but for upsetting anyone else.
More than this though, I travelled and lived in many different countries,and specifically, in India and Nepal.
In Varanasi, in India, a holy town, a pilgrimage place, where people actually go to die, I had my preconceived conceptions about life and death really tested, I was shocked and changed my thinking.
After the shock and with understanding, I came to love how things were done there, as it was in fact a beautiful thing, a joyous sense of celebration of what the person was in the greater picture.
The idea (belief/concept) that we are all on a journey through life, on a wheel, and according to our thoughts and deeds, are reincarnated, whether I could accept and believe in reincarnation, seemed like a much more successful way of dealing with such an enormous event as is death, as is life. I was stood watching the day, and the River Ganges, in Varanasi, and they were bringing about 15 bodies down onto the ghats every hour, on stretchers, wrapped in white sheeting, adorned with bright flowers and with lots of incense with bells ringing, chanting as they went, ram ram, ram ram.
Then standing there I saw that someone was drumming, others dancing, laughing & crying, and at that point I was shocked. Within my own culture, everything had to be doom-ridden, everything in black, everything hidden, so that it is almost not real, thus providing a sense of great of separation instead of realization of the fact that death, whichever way it takes place, is part of existence.
I'm sure if it had been a child who had died tragically they would not have been laughing and dancing but the thing was, someone explained... Hey listen, they do not see things the way we do back in England (Europe/the West), here life is seen as something where you are PUT in to learn, and death is a release of the spirit, as life is seen like a wheel which we are all on, so if so someone dies, even if tragically, the thinking is that the person who died would not want the loved ones to be so very upset on their account.
With this then, they dance for the deceased, thinking that the person is now with the great Mother, which is something to be joyful about.
I couldn't help but agree that the person who died would not want all of the people he/she cared about to be upset on his/her account (what a responsibility), at least, certainly not ONLY be upset. It was put to me that to be upset and solely upset would in fact be upsetting to the deceased if they could see you. It wasn't said that they actually COULD see you, but the thinking made sense.
Life is not all about sadness, and working out someone's death, I feel, like the Hindus do too, a natural way of processing everything is to use all the tools of expression, including laughing, crying, comforting, holding, letting go, dancing, playing music, all with the deceased in mind, with love.
Arriving back in London then having my dad die shortly afterwards and attending that type of funeral made me sad, not (only) because he had died, but because of what I had just experienced in India; I'd have much preferred my dad to have been taken care of as the dead are in India, to my mind meaning general acceptance of reality, making it far easier to process death.