Euphemisms are for other people.

I've never been one for euphemisms. Death seems to be very much a euphemism magnet. I've had close and not so close relatives die and that's just what they did. They died. They were dead. They weren't lost or past, they hadn't disappeared or gone to another place, they were dead.

I suppose some obfuscation of death is inevitable where religion is concerned, and it would be easy to dismiss my approach as that of an athiest but I choose to see it as pragmatism.

Communication in general, and words in particular have great power. Using euphemisms, to my mind, is to obfuscate what is being said. Conversations are important, sometimes they may be difficult, but in such circumstances surely a straightforward dialogue is the only honest one to have. Hiding behind eupemisms diminishes everyone.

Yet here I was grasping at the eupemistic straws that I so detest. I wasn't afraid to say it, part of me wanted to shout it. In triumph, in relief, in anticipation. Simply in knowing I was making it somehow concrete.

But as I awkwardly proffered the euphemism, I surrounded it with apologies, I diminished its import, I did my best to make it clear I felt this was simply informational rather than in any way expecting of action.

And in doing so there was my answer. Eupemisms are for other people. But just so you know, for my part, save your euphemisms for those you care most about, deliver me your truths unvarnished.