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Mary Jordan and Kevin Sullivan offer a story ("Alone in Death") in the Washington Post about the large number of people who die of COVID unidentified, unclaimed, and go to nameless graves.
This happens not just because of poverty. Many families break down with loss of communication because of personal or even political differences, to the point that some people are totally “lost” when found dead.
Typically relatives who have lost touch are contacted, by law, if the deceased had not named an executor (or been able to name one because of lack of social ties).
This can be the way personal agency plays out in a society that is hyperindividualistic and polarized (along with "MGTOW").
My own intention, if I ever got severe Covid, would be never to go on a ventilator, instead be given a sedative and allowed to pass at my age, with only the attorney contacted. Frankly, because of the course of my own life, death to a disease released by a communist adversary would be shameful. I would not want a funeral or burial in such circumstances. For something like this, I have to own my own shame. There is also the idea that, given the reckless behavior of so many people, we are turning to a society of “survival of the fittest” whether intentionally or not. We also have a world where people climb by the existential and often unwilling sacrifices of others.
But of course all the usual challenges of old age, and knowledge that something will end (my) life, are always there.