The following was posted as a guest post over at “Confessions of a Funeral Director”: I’ve been around death A LOT.   When I was 4 one of my playmates, a 5 y/o, died of an asthma attack.   They buried her and planted a tree at school in her memory.  I couldn’t wrap my little brain around it – where did she go, and why did they plant a tree?  Was she inside that tree? A few years later, my grandmother’s tenant died, her body there on the apartment floor.   Then when I was 11, To read the rest of this, click here