And as for myself, at the very moment I allowed myself to order a plural for these deaths, I too had

to give myself over to the

law of the name, the law of numbersit will have been like this, uniquely, once and for all. And yet I can scarcely bear the
apparition of a title in this place. The proper name would have sufficed, for it alone and by itself says death, all deaths in one. It
says death even while the bearer of it is still living. While so may codes and rites work to take away this privilege, because it is so
terrifying, the proper name alone and by itself forcefully declares the unique disappearance of the unique I mean the singularity
of an unqualifiable deathDeath inscribes itself right in the name, but so as immediately to disperse itself there, so as to
insinuate a strange syntax in the name of only one to answer (as) many.
Jacques Derrida from Roland Barthes in the The Work of Mourning