“Jan and I were visiting a Benedictine monastery, Christ in the Desert, in New Mexico. One of the brothers was leading us on a path from prayers in the chapel to the refectory where we would have lunch. The path led through the cemetery. We passed an open grave.
Jan said, ‘Oh, did one of the brothers just die?’
‘No, that is for the next one.’
Three times a day, on their way from praying together to eating together, the monks are reminded that one of them will be ‘the next one.'”