I can appreciate that these are the words of a dying man. But the “Privilege” chapter specifically encourages readers to practice gratitude by “comparing downwards” to those living in poverty, abusive situations, or less fortunate countries and I simply can’t endorse this flavor of ableism and privilege. I tried to like this book. I really did. But this chapter specifically, combined with several other odd mentions of race, gender, and drug/alcohol usage really turned me off. Boas skims the surface of what a wild and magical experience it is to be alive but never dives deep, and I prefer my grief books to be both thought-provoking AND inclusive.