There are people who come into your life with different offerings on how to see the world. When I was 23, I met a woman whose fascination with death radically jolted my brain. “We do death wrong,” Kristi Curry said to me, as we sat around at her Day of the Dead birthday party several years ago. She had become one of the most intriguing people I had ever met. As I looked around the room that evening, watching the guests with their loved one’s photos, telling stories and laughing, the idea that death could be celebrated was revolutionary — and quite possibly, the most beautiful, natural thing we could aspire to do in life.