I cried in a cathedral before. It was not because of the grandeur of the biblical stories played out in the window panes, or craftsmanship or precious stones and granites. No, it was the suffocating theme of death. Jesus crucified and popes tombs. When I stepped outside into the inner courtyard to escape the flickering candles and humming of wordless grones of what I perceived as mourning, I escaped through a door that was framed with outside light. As I gather myself I took several steps to find I was in a graveyard. Inside the church. I was young but I understood that this was not a happy place.  I tried to escape death just to run into it. Does death stain our soul? I am forever changed after the passing of my father this year. When death frequently visits the doors of loved ones around you, it colors the way one views life. I believe eternity is in our hearts and death chips away it.