Death is many things to many people.
Terry Pratchett envisages death as a somewhat austere skeleton who rides a flesh and blood horse called Binky, who likes cats, once had an apprentice, has an adopted daughter called Susan, wants to understand human emotion so much that he has been known to get drunk, and once took a vacation to experience life – resulting in a significant backlog of dead people trying to get to the other side.
I know some people who have nightmares about dying, some friends who are atheists fear it because they believe that then there’s nothing more (I even know someone even burst into tears on that realization), while others just won’t contemplate the idea.
A much more prosaic and boring way to think of death is that it's the simple dissolution of the body.
Whichever way you look at it, the one constant of life is that you will die. So welcome to life, the prelude to death.
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