Anthropologists have found no culture in human history that did not have rituals for the dead. Not one. The forms vary enormously — from the elaborate Tibetan Book of the Dead guiding consciousness through the bardo to the simple Finnish custom of lighting a candle at the grave — but the underlying impulse is universal. This tells us something important: the relationship with the dead is not a primitive superstition to be outgrown. It is a fundamental dimension of human experience, expressed differently in every culture but present in all of them.
What are these traditions actually doing? Several things simultaneously. They provide structured space for grief — a designated time and place to feel what is normally pushed aside. They maintain the sense of connection across the boundary of death — the relationship does not end, it changes form. They remind the living of mortality in a way that is integrated rather than terrifying — death as part of the cycle rather than an interruption of it. And they locate the individual within a larger continuity: I come from these people, and I will one day join them.
Modern Western culture has largely lost these functions. Death is hidden, grief is pathologised if it extends beyond a narrow window, and the dead are quickly removed from daily consciousness. The consequences — social isolation in grief, fear of death, loss of ancestral connection — are not incidental. They are what happens when a universal human practice is abandoned without a replacement.