I'm not going to lie, I've had a hard time deciding on what to write for my "K" post.  One of the main people I wrote about during my "death trip" is named Khristian, but I've written about him a lot on this blog and there's a ton in the book, so I wanted to add something fresh and new.  A friend of mine (Hi Lori!) suggested I write about the "kiss of death."  I had no idea where this expression came from. She told me that it is a Biblical reference to when Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss. (Mark 14:44-46)

Then I thought, I'd take another friend's suggestion and write about KIDS and death, more specifically, children attending a funeral.  But the thing is, I have nothing to say about that topic, other than I'm all for it.  Death is a part of life.  Granted, it's not typically the part of life we look forward to, but I am totally against sheltering children from the reality of death.  When you hide something from a child, in my mind that = bad.  I'm all about open discussions.  I took my two kids to a funeral last month.  It was their first funeral and my third.  They did not know the deceased, but I wanted them to see what a funeral service was about.  Afterwards, they had lots of questions and it made for a great discussion.

I'm going to leave you with a K song, "The Killing Moon" by Echo and the Bunnymen--one of my favorites!

So, do you have kids?  Would you let them attend a funeral?  Did you attend any funerals as a child?  Was it a good or a bad thing?  Discuss...