"Death is always around the corner, but often our society gives it inordinate help"
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Death isn’t the jump-scare here; the real indictment is the assist. Carter Burwell, a composer best known for scoring characters who drift toward catastrophe with eerie calm (the Coen brothers’ universe practically hums in the background), frames mortality as both inevitable and embarrassingly preventable. “Around the corner” gives death the texture of ordinary life: it’s nearby, it’s routine, it’s not melodrama. Then he turns the knife with “inordinate help,” a phrase that sounds almost polite until you feel the cynicism behind it. We don’t just suffer death; we subsidize it.
The line works because it splits blame in two. Nature supplies the baseline fragility; society adds the accelerant. “Our society” is deliberately broad, inviting you to fill in the ledger: unsafe labor, broken healthcare, addiction economies, pollution, gun culture, neglect of mental health, the quiet bureaucratic violence of delay and denial. Burwell doesn’t moralize about individual choices; he points at systems that normalize risk and then act surprised by the body count.
As a composer, Burwell’s instinct is timing. This sentence has the rhythm of a musical cue: inevitability set up, complicity revealed. It’s also a sly comment on how culture scores death - with spectacle, with numbness, with policy decisions treated like background noise. The subtext is chillingly modern: mortality is constant, but the extra deaths are a choice, and we keep choosing them.
The line works because it splits blame in two. Nature supplies the baseline fragility; society adds the accelerant. “Our society” is deliberately broad, inviting you to fill in the ledger: unsafe labor, broken healthcare, addiction economies, pollution, gun culture, neglect of mental health, the quiet bureaucratic violence of delay and denial. Burwell doesn’t moralize about individual choices; he points at systems that normalize risk and then act surprised by the body count.
As a composer, Burwell’s instinct is timing. This sentence has the rhythm of a musical cue: inevitability set up, complicity revealed. It’s also a sly comment on how culture scores death - with spectacle, with numbness, with policy decisions treated like background noise. The subtext is chillingly modern: mortality is constant, but the extra deaths are a choice, and we keep choosing them.
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| Topic | Mortality |
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