Death

Across the country, the booming industry of pet hospice is teaching people how to face the loss of their beloved companions.

A “Sesame Street” writer once said it was easier to write an episode about death than one about divorce. Where are the shows that manage to do it well?

In Washington, D.C., and online, people mourned the right-wing activist—and some called for vengeance.

“After my father stopped breathing, God bless his memory, I covered his body up in blankets—and kept studying.”

Maybe, somehow, he was still out there, somewhere.

The series’ most exhilarating episode yet ended with the brutal murder of a beloved character. Where does the show go from here?

This 1976 documentary reveals a startling range of passions in the final days of three terminally ill patients.

The author discusses his story “Hi Daddy.”

At thirteen, I went to sleepaway camp, consumed by crushes, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and my father’s worsening battle with AIDS.

In his final years, the architect of America’s opening to China watched as Washington turned against his philosophy of engagement regardless of the costs.

My mother will not count as one of war’s casualties. But what do you call someone who loses her country, her parents, her peace of mind, because of war?

I am watched, therefore I am.

Victoria Amelina was a gifted novelist who put fiction aside to devote herself to documenting the atrocities of Putin’s war.

With his limpid gaze and profound stillness, the “Euphoria” star conveyed the soul of a man trapped by circumstance.

After the age when I often skinned my knees had passed, he hit upon the idea of injuring himself.

The “Jeopardy!” host on the meaning of trivia, the awkwardness of personal anecdotes, and his new book—a travel guide to the afterlife.

After my mother’s death, my father plunged the family into evangelicalism, leaving our Jewish faith behind. What, I wondered, would become of our souls?

My parents said not to tell anyone where we lived and not to open the door if anyone knocked. We were Lao refugees. They said not to tell anyone that, either.

The historic Green-Wood Cemetery—the final resting place of Leonard Bernstein and half a million others—explores a cutting-edge method of processing human remains: electric cremation.

After the sudden death of my young son, I listened to Bill Evans, Frank Ocean, and my therapist.