It feels strange to say that a book about death, or what happens to the body after death, is funny. But this book was funny, yet never disrespectful. Roach has done the unthinkable here by taking the almost taboo subject of death and making it almost lighthearted. I never quite forgot how macabre her subject is, but all the same I found myself sniggering at some of her wittisms. She greets you with a killer (oops, no pun intended) line “The way I see it, being dead is not terribly far off from being on a cruise ship. Most of your time is spent lying on your back.” and doesn’t let you go until the very end, where she confesses that if her husband goes before she does, she’s going to donate her brain to Harvard’s Brain Bank.
Not for the weak of stomach, Stiff is “curiously” interesting and very informative.