The first time I read a book about death is when I was in the first grade and I read a little book about the protagonist's mum dying of cancer. it was the first time the teachers put a pile of children's novels on a table and told us to pick one. I picked the smallest hoping to read it in an hour which I did. by the end I was crying and sobbing trying to read the last words. I pictured the daughter climbing on the dying mum's bed as my mum's actual bed. all the other kids surrounded me all worried asking me what happened and why I was sobbing. I said I finished the book (don't know what it was) and the mum died. They realised it was the book and they all started laughing saying I read the book in an hour how is that possible you should be happy XD so I was sobbing and they were laughing that I finished the book because we'd been given a year to read one