Most folks think of death from time to time, and that's okay, just so that one doesn't obsess on the subject.
In fact, I happen to be one of those who believes in a Warrior's Code, and that code requires me to think of my death in advance of it happening, and come to grips with it so that such thoughts do not slow me down when I am in battle.
This is all very routine, the military makes you prepare for death so that your dependents will be properly provided for if you fall in battle.
There are some things that the military doesn't do, though. One of those is play the music of your choice at your funeral services. If anything is played, it is "Taps" at your graveside service. Very standard, too short and too frequently heard.
The music is not ancient, it goes back less than 50 years to it's composition, but it was inspired by the great Russian composer Tchaikovsky, who wrote a LOT of music to commemorate battles of great importance in his time, a time in which the art of war was considered a high art at the least, and to many, the highest art.
As I listen to Melissa Venema play "Il Silenzio" on her trumpet, with the great Maestro Andre Rieu mostly just standing by with his orchestra and watching her, I close my eyes and I have a death dream.
My warrior personna tells me that this music is intended for a military bugler to play, over a bloody battlefield, while a short truce is called to tend the dead and dying soldiers who just fought there. In my insight, I see myself on that battlefield, mortally wounded after volunteering to be a rearguard and hold off the superior enemy so that my unit could escape. With my rifle, and my skills with it, I accomplished my task, but I was hit in the counter-attack and now lay expiring with those I slew. As the first notes of "Il Silenzio" drift overhead, I slip into my last sleep, knowing that this was how a warrior is supposed to end up, dying, out of ammo, but with his grisly coup-count close by. The irony that this music started out as a love poem set to music is not lost on me, and delicious irony is also a fine accompaniment to a virtuous death.
That's my latest death dream.
Do you have one you want to share? Comments will work for that.