After all, the metaphor is quite classic – the death of a parent exposes our own mortality. We move one notch further along this strange line of life, one notch closer to the end. And be-hind this one tiny step lies a critical change. In the end, we are travelling towards the unknown. All the so-far categories lose their ground. Am I still a son or am I already an orphan? Does he still exist if I exist? Death is a catalyst for either change or decay. It is difficult to tell one from the other when you are soaked in death.