There is something about death that inevitably makes you question your own mortality and purpose. It makes you reflect on the people whom you've already lost and makes you blatantly aware of the losses you will likely feel. It makes you remember specific last moments with loved ones, friends, acquaintances and strangers. It begs you to ponder and recount your achievements and opportunities. It makes you hug longer and kiss more passionately. Death makes you cry, laugh, and scared. It makes you feel alive and well - mortal. It's an interesting fact that the only thing that is absolute is the ending of our story. They all end the same, you will be in the room, then you no longer will be. Quite similar to birth the number of people in a room can suddenly change.
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