Sheila Duddy started the proceedings with a poem, then told the gathering she was going to hand out cards with quotes about death on them.
"If you don't like your quote, you can swap it out," Duddy said. "We have quotes from Jimi Hendrix and Leonardo da Vinci and many others. And, of course, I added 'The Hokey Pokey' because, as you turn yourself about, that's what this is all about."
And so begins the second convening of the Twin Cities Death Café, a casual forum where people speak about the unspeakable, the uncomfortable and the inevitable: death and dying.
A long-standing tradition in Switzerland, "cafés mortels" migrated to Great Britain in 2011 and then across the pond to Columbus, Ohio, last year. Now known as Death Cafes, they're held in 40 U.S. cities. The meetings are free, free-wheeling and free of dogma and conclusions.
"It's not meant as a grief group or a therapy group or even a class," said Anna Roberts, a hospice music therapist who started the local chapter with hospice nurse Duddy. "The core principle is increasing awareness and making the most of our finite lives."
At one Sunday's salon-like assembly, 17 people, about half of them under 50, met at Lakewood Cemetery's new mausoleum. (The café part would come later at nearby Gigi's.) They broke into three smaller groups, where all hands were invited to say why they came and read the quote they were given. Then they slipped easily into discussions about everything from cemeteries and ashes to the afterlife and elder care.
Not surprisingly, there was more than a little gallows humor.
Duddy, also a hospice nurse, recounted her favorite epitaph: "I told you I was sick." Kathleen Moore talked about divvying up her dad's ashes and keeping her container in a rather curious spot: "We would say 'Our father, who art in the garage …' "