In the recent thread about the called-off search for Flight MH370, commenter “Lurch” asked this question:
I really do not understand this fetish about finding a bunch of dead bodies. A dead body is an artifact. It is not the person you loved. It’s your memories that truly matter and they can never be taken from you.
It is true that a dead body is not at all the same as the living person, although I’m puzzled by the term “artifact,” which ordinarily means an object made by humans. I don’t think that’s what Lurch was trying to say; I think he/she may have been attempting to indicate that the body, no longer animated by spirit, soul, personality—in other words, by life itself—becomes a collection of molecules destined to be broken down into component parts.
So, why bother finding those bodies? Why go to such huge expense and trouble?
My answer has several parts, some general and some specific. One of the marks of being human is that we know we and our loved ones will die, and one of the ways anthropologists mark the transition to fully human beings is that humans honor their dead, and that very much includes the body that once housed the human spirit. This would be a very long post indeed if I were to list all the ways that different religions and different cultures conceptualize how to do this honoring, but they all involve having a body there in the first place, and some sort of ceremony that involves the body or what remains of it.
But even for those who are not religious, having a body offers a burial site and a place to go to when feeling grief and the need to connect with the loved one in a special place. That can even be provided when a person’s ashes are intentionally scattered on the sea, because the sea then becomes the person’s final resting place on earth. But in the case of such burial, that is a choice, of the person while he/she was alive, or of the person’s loved one’s after the person’s death, or of both. We don’t control death, but we usually can control what happens to the remains while we are alive.
And desecration of cemeteries or of dead bodies is an ancient way to show the deepest contempt and hatred. I remember how, even as a young child, I reacted with extreme horror when I read the Iliad and learned how Hector’s body was dragged by the victorious Achilles before the gates of Troy. Even now, thinking that I would illustrate this post with a painting of the famous scene, Googling it and seeing the pictures distressed me enough that I prefer to put up this far more stylized and ancient rendition:
In the explanatory material about the jar, it says it includes images of Hector’s grieving parents, as well as this: “Winged figure of Iris sent to plead for a ransom of Hector’s body.” Such things are usually important to humans on a gut level, and even as a child I intuitively sensed that.
To return to the missing airplane, there are also some facts about this specific case that may make the absence of bodies especially difficult. Most of the dead were Chinese, and traditional Chinese funeral practices are particularly complex and lengthy, and the regular visiting of the gravesite to pay respects has been a large part of those rituals. This cannot happen in the case of the victims of the missing flight.
Even more, however, in this case—in which the story of what actually happened is unknown—it’s not even so much the finding of bodies (although that’s important) but the finding of the black boxes and flight recorder that are very, very important. There is a very deep need to know where it happened, how it happened, how long it took, did they suffer much, and all those other questions that occur when people seem to vanish off the face of the earth.


