Why Isn't Death Taught in Schools?

Little kids watch a hungry Wile E. Coyote
run off slippery cliffs trying to catch his dinner
in the form of a witty Roadrunner who is unattainable.
They watch as he gets a few seconds to glance back
at his passion right in the eyes,
only to droop his head down to the ground
as he falls hundreds of feet for a tiny, dusty "Boom!"
Dirty, yet still determined, Wile E. stands up
after the fall, only to chase after the Roadrunner
once again.

I was one of those kids who believed
life was a cartoon, where I could shoot people
in their faces with huge shotguns, with oversized barrels,
like Elmer Fudd would Bugs Bunny every Saturday morning,
and have them stare back at me with a charcoal black face
and burnt hairs laughing hysterically.

Nowadays, I don't think kids have to worry about
the reality of death, seeing as Saturday mornings
have been downgraded into teen dramas, usually dealing
with social issues instead of 5 minute cartoons used
for a cheap laugh.

But when they come home after school,
death becomes almost second nature with all
of the hospital and crime dramas, action-packed
with killing after killing, death after death,
into the quickest 60 minutes of our lives.

Ten years ago,
us kids didn't have a perception on what death really was.
Today,
our kids our bombarded with death every second of their lives.
I wonder ten years from now,
if they'll actually figure out a way to show
the kids the emotional side of death?

Probably not,
seeing as we all love a good death scene,
only to have that character replaced next week
with some big-breasted blonde woman,
or overly sexual Italian man with a 6 o'clock
shadow all the 40 year-old soccer moms will lust over,
only to never hear about that person ever again.

Where's the Looney Tunes when you need them?