Why is someone's death always a kind of scandal?? Why does such a normal event arouse in those who witness it so much curiosity and horror?? Since there are men, how is the mortal not accustomed to this natural and yet always accidental phenomenon?? Why is he amazed each time a living person disappears, as if it happened each time for the first time? These are the questions this book asks about death. In each of his works, Vladimir Jankélévitch tried to grasp the borderline case, the acute experience: at his point of tangency with these borders, man is located at the tip of the human, where mystery, ineffable, the "je ne sais quoi", open the passage from being to nothingness, or from being to the absolutely-other. at the same time, in its normal anomaly, its familiar tragedy, in short, in its contradiction. “If death is thinkable neither before, nor during, nor after, writes Jankélévitch, when will we be able to think it?? And he undertakes this perilous task: to tell the unspeakable, to describe the indescribable.