My Imagination Builds Coffins

Florence and the Machine has inspired morbid thoughts in me.  I can't help it.  I mentioned how my mom surprised me by appearing in Kentucky this weekend. I didn't mention that I was also surprised by a voicemail message from Mohamed, whom I thought was dead.  Then Florence brought the morbid thoughts to the stage and I can't stop thinking about how I thought he was dead. 

You see, I knew Mohamed was going to work in a dangerous place.  When he never responded to my emails, I naturally assumed the worst. And I prefered to imagine him as dead rather than him just ignoring me. 

So now I'm wondering if you can sense if someone is dead before the science confirms it.  How close do you need to be to that person to sense something?  I imagine you can receive something like a spiritual confirmation once the spirit is separated from the body.  I've been thinking about the people I've known in my life who have died and whether I really noticed a difference in how I felt about them.  I think it's different when you have a concrete answer: someone (usually a doctor) telling you they're gone and then knowing (not wondering) that you won't be able to see them and talk to them in the same earthly context (I'm certain I'll see them again after this life).  I have yet to scour lds.org for some insight, but I'm sure I will soon.  You're just getting a little of the brain buzz before the research. 

beck