I’ve always trusted the idea that the experience of death, deep down, is more of a warm thing than a cold one. Perhaps even something blissful. And sappy as it may seem, right now I’m imagining that the famous dream sequence that concluded James Cameron‘s Titanic (’97) may be happening in the heads of the five wealthy victims on the Titan submersible as they face their eternal moment.
This finale (which I first saw inside the big Paramount lot theatre in November of ’97, almost 26 years ago) has always struck me as soothing, and right now (go ahead and call me a rank sentimentalist) there’s a part of me that’s hoping that the all-but-doomed victims of the Titan submersible are going through something similar…a journey of acceptance and release as their encounter with eternity settles into the marrow of their bones.
