Shit happens. One day you’ll be dead. Your grandparents will die if they haven’t yet, your parents too. Maybe you will love to see your siblings die, almost certainly your friends. If you don’t see your love die, they’ll see it happen to you, or you’ll never have one. Even if humanity beats aging before old age gets us and we have beautiful young healthy bodies some day there’ll be a freak accident and a car will drop on you and you’ll be dead because your brain will be all over the place. One day the last star will go out. Entropy wins in the end.

Deyr fé, deyja frændur, deyr sjálfur ið sama; en orðstír deyr aldregi hveim er sér góðan getur."

Cattle die, kinsmen die you yourself die; One thing now that never dies the fame of a dead man’s deeds.