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I saw someone being euthanized on Wednesday in Bioethics. It was the most haunting thing I have ever seen in my life, mostly because I have never seen a person actually die before. Up until that point on Wednesday, death to me has always been a noticable absence of a person; it's when I go to a family event and notice that maternal grandparents aren't sitting in their usual spots in front of the television, or that my godfather is noticably missing at the dinner table during our annual Christmas dinner. But to see someone's life leave his body...watching it slowly turn into a corpse...that's something completely different.
What stuck with me the most was the fact that the moment I saw the trembling of the person's chest, I knew that the person was dying. How did I know this despite never seeing someone die before? I don't know. As Tom Stoppard suggested in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, maybe we are born with an innate understanding of what death is after all.