It’s a funny expression, isn’t it?
Among Catholic theologians, the happy death is defined as being in a state of grace at the moment of dying, and the church has a long history of thinking around the notion. St. Benedict was a special patron of a happy death. “He himself died in the chapel at Montecassino while standing with his arms raised up to heaven, supported by the brothers of the monastery,” shortly after receiving Holy Communion, says one Benedictine website.
The influential 19th century writer and church leader John Henry Newman wrote an enduring “Prayer for A Happy Death,” which asks that “my angel whisper peace to me, and Thy glorious saints and my own dear patrons smile on me, that in and through them all I may die as I desire to live.”
The phrase even has had some idiomatic currency: Albert Camus’ first novel was titled A Happy Death.
But we really don’t need theologians or French existentialists to explain to us what we mean by a happy death. We only have to look around and see how many dreadful and disturbing ways there are to die these days. All of us can recite horror stories of friends and relatives whose deaths were delayed by painful and hopeless medical treatments.
Most of us would say that we wouldn’t like our own deaths to come that way. That we would rather face death at a moment of peace, something like what the theologians would call a state of grace.
The playwright Sean O’Casey dedicated his play The Plough and the Stars to “the gay laugh of my mother at the gate of the grave.”
Sounds like she had a happy death.
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