Sometimes death has a way of showing us how different and unique we are as individuals walking along this road in life.
“I think the universe sort of took him back to remind us of something”
“And here I am thinking how awesome would it be to sit by his autopsy.”
It’s a paradox that with death, the end of one’s life, comes a certain perspective and appreciation for living. Whether it be universal introspection or scientific curiosity, we each deal with it in different ways. Ways that reflect the kind of person we are and the kind of life we have lived. But death still touches us in ways that not even emotion can adequately express. So we deal with the best we can, because the alternative means becoming the things we should never be.
And that isn’t living a life at all.