When a good friend checked herself into a posh home for unencumbered elders … I stopped seeing her. This, despite that she now resided 60 miles closer than she had before. This despite my longstanding secret desire that she move those 60 miles closer.<\/p>\n
It took me over a year to visit her in the palace of the still-living. Maybe longer. It was one village I knew I’d never blend in with. For one, I don’t speak the language. For two, well, there’s everything else. The resident elders have ‘drinks’ in each others’ apartments and then descend to the wood-paneled dining room below (or was it mirrored, or was it both?). Each apartment has a nominal kitchen, but all meals are provided in the Dining Hall below, and the meals are elegant, refined, healthful, and tasteful (in both senses). Jackets are required for men, at least for dinner. <\/p>\n
The apartments have call buttons throughout in case of emergency; they have maid service, and linens are provided. I’m not sure if they do all<\/span> the laundry for you or just provide the linens and towels. There’s a pool, a gym (with trainers), rides to and from the opera, the Fromm Institute, wherever. There are high level lectures, a library, holiday celebrations, expeditions. And they let in a certain percentage of Jews. I’m not sure if they’ve got an actual policy on this. As I said, while this place would make a fascinating study, I’m not the person to do it.<\/p>\n The one visit I did make completely freaked me out. So much for objectivity. So it’s also possible I’ve gotten a lot wrong. But this is how I remember it. I was, however, given the grand tour. There’s an infirmary. More than one, I think. Short term and long term. And meds are provided. Doctors. Nurses. All your terminal needs are attended to.<\/p>\n It’s a gamble to move in, really. You pay up front for your apartment as well as a monthly \u2014 but you won’t be selling your apartment when you’re gone. It gets reabsorbed into the body (as they put it in Invasion of the Body Snatchers). (I, clearly, am ‘not<\/span> of the body’).<\/p>\n The residents don’t seem to die, they disappear (another reminder of the Body Snatchers). <\/p>\n “Nobody,” my friend told me, “ever speaks of death.”<\/p>\n What they say instead, is that an apartment is available.<\/p>\n Residents disappear into the infirmary, and sometimes return for a while. My friend refers to herself and her fellow residents as ‘inmates.’ and these inmates are all on death row. Although the dates for execution remain indeterminate. <\/p>\n I’m not quite sure why this place scares the shit out of me. It’s not just that it seems out of place, belonging more on the Upper East Side. Although a place on the Upper East Side would feel more authentic than this. It’s not the tall columns, the sculptures, and flower arrangements. Not just that the place makes me feel like a peasant whose taken a wrong turn and still has mud on her boots. It’s not just that ‘drink’ is not my choice of drug, and it’s certainly not that they’re ‘old’ since I do qualify age-wise to be incarcerated in this Death Palace. <\/p>\n It’s not just that I can’t make conversation to save my life, or the goyische formality and upper crust posture. Or the lack of diversity, including economic… <\/p>\n Where’s my anthropological sense of adventure? Where’s my enthusiasm to visit my friend? Where’s my sense of humor? The place is really hilarious.<\/p>\n Remember Dylan’s ‘he not busy being born is busy dying’? <\/p>\n It was an anthem. We loved it, repeated it. Had contempt for all those busy dying. The inmates in the Death Palace have already taken care of their ‘busy dying’ and now are very busy living. Painting, writing, learning, hiking, traveling. With Veblenian vigor. They are, for the most part, pre-terminal. Or at least they start out that way. They’ve uncluttered their lives, as well as their belongings. They’ve made room for, well, the pleasure of pleasure.<\/p>\n So how come I can’t stand the place?<\/p>\n I think I’m still immersed in the clutter of a messy introspective life. And still immersed in the time consuming lot of ‘busy dying’ \u2014 of sorting out paperwork, of getting things in order (and not just for me). I’ve spent, I now realize, exactly one year busy living with the dying. One year since my dad’s diagnosis. My mom’s incapacity. Being consumed with advance directives, hospice, hospitals, and residential treatment centers. Falls in the night. Emergency calls, caregivers, fear of the phone ringing. Paying the bills, paying the taxes, paying the lawyers. Documentation. Documents. Grave diggers. Visitors. Stuff. Distribution of stuff. Recovery. Relapse…<\/p>\n For me, death and dying is a bewildering, messy<\/span> affair. <\/p>\n But for the inmates at the Death Palace, it’s all neat and tidy, squeaky clean and, well, just plain invisible. Just another apartment on the market. Know anyone interested?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When a good friend checked herself into a posh home for unencumbered elders … I stopped seeing her. This, despite that she now resided 60 miles closer than she had before. This despite my longstanding secret desire that she move those 60 miles closer. 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