Another manifestation of the life review seems to be the curious but apparently common phenomenon of mirror-gazing, illustrated by the following:
I was passing by my mirror. I noticed how old I was. My appearance, well, it prompted me to think of death-and of my past-what I hadn’t done, what I had done wrong.
One hospitalized 80-year-old woman, whose husband had died five years before her admission, had been discovered by her family berating her mirror image for her past deeds and shaking her fist at herself.