"Nartecoforo" is someone who lives apparently carefree, fleeing from the thought of death that awaits everyone, carrying around those ointments and those jewels that covers and covers and forgets their ontological lack. But a similar light-heartedness is perhaps really only apparent, and can not completely hide the underlying anguish of dying, which transpires and - on the contrary - appears explosive in the most unexpected moments. What was death for the ancient Greeks and Latins? And what is today? Is death the end of everything or is it perhaps transit to another? Is it back from Hades? And finally, does it make sense to meditate on death? Do you need something "to think about death? Maybe yes...