Welcome! You’ve come to a safe place, where people can talk about death and dying. No politics. No therapy. No religious agenda. Just you and me and some plainspoken companionship.

Tell me something. Did you stop by DEATH ROADHOUSE because you are:

• Struggling to care for aging parents?
• Feeling anxious about your own mortality?
• Craving comfort and connection after losing a loved one or pet?
• Thinking about death and dying, for whatever reason?

No matter your reason for dropping by, your uneasiness and sorrow are unmistakable. I see the emotion in your downcast face, your hunched shoulders and clasped hands. I hear the pain in your hoarse voice. A hint of fear peeks from your eyes. But you don’t have to hide anything.

Here at DEATH ROADHOUSE, you can be yourself. I run the place.

People around here call me “Granny Gloria.” Being 76, I’m probably closer to my finish line than you are. I’ve lost a number of loved ones to death:  my former husband, my mother and dad, some cousins, and three cute little doggies.

Who have you lost? Tell me a bit about them, if you feel like it.

Me, I like to approach the subject with a touch of humor. My late former husband had the same attitude. He kept his chin up until the very last, and departed for the great unknown in his own special, lighthearted way.

Thinking about “battling death” makes it scary. If we let ourselves be afraid to die, it results in us also being afraid to live.

You say it’s time for you to hit the road? Okay, it’s been real nice talking with you. Drop by DEATH ROADHOUSE anytime. You just might leave feeling a little better than you did when you first walked in. So long, friend!