Well. Like sands through an hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
People keep dying. It's almost like it's MEANT to happen.
(I mean, we know that death is an aberration. It's a sickness. It's meant to be conquered. At least by the wealthy. In ten or twenty years, we'll have people living forever. Except those who can't afford the cell replacements. But anyway. That's like it is today. We lucky few have diseases like anorexia and anxiety and alcoholism and obesity, and everyone else has tuberculosis, malaria, and measles. We worry about our commutes and they worry about getting murdered by the repressive government/fanatical rebels. You get the idea.)
But once in a while, doesn't it seem like life and death are somehow linked!? Like one should go hand-in-hand with the other? It's almost as if a force was behind the universe and this force set it up so that new life comes from the death of old life or something... nah. What crap. We must cure Cancer! We must cure Heart Disease! We must cure Death!