Let’s face it. We have all thought about death in some way. From the man with the scythe in the black robe to the gruesome way we may shuffle off our mortal coil. However it happens, death is an omnipresent piece of life that can not be removed from our experience. It will happen. In “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,” poet Emily Dickinson confronts her own mental capacity and a funeral in so many ways.