No mention of judgment, of course. It's all about how the living cope with the death of someone they know, or at most exploring some vague intuition that the dead may live on in some way (of course, in some state of bliss or tranquility, it goes without saying).
Without judgment, death is kind of pointless; why talk about it?
Spiritual infantilism I call it, though perhaps that does infants a disservice. Maybe spiritual bestiality.