Well, I have opinions about this kind of thing.

In reality, if you have seen your partner asleep, you have seen them dead too... Because that's exactly what they look like (unless of course there is facial injury).

I'm not afraid of talking about my husband because it wasn't me who died, it was him... I am still alive and I still have a life to live.

Also, talking about it in all it's gory detail (assuming there is gory detail) is a magnificent form of therapy.

A bit ewww for the listener, but relief and release for the talker.

I am at peace with my husband's passing. I've had closure.

Sure, I have random moments (but only moments) where I think about his abject stupidity that caused him to be torn from me... But they are just thoughts.

The truth is, I can't change what has happened - I can only move on.

Also, he existed. Just because he is deceased is no reason to forget that he LIVED.