Death?
Death is your greatest reason NOT to be afraid.
It is the ultimate of anything.
It isn't prejudice or greedy, it only takes those whose time is up.
It doesn't favour the old, or pick on skin colour.
It doesn't trip you over at the last second --
although a trip may certainly be what brought death to you.

It isn't the be all and end either,
it's the start of the next life, and
the end of this life.

It's a beautiful mishap, we all must face one day.
Who would want to live forever, who would never want to be beautiful?
I, for one, don't. I know I'm happy to be in this world, in this life.
I'm thankful for it everyday.

And Dead Birds too, or people with Damp, Sickly Towels over their heads.
Funny how none of it bothers me, I'm just intrugued by it.
"Excuse me, sir. Where's your jaw bone?"
The corpse doesn't reply.
"Well, how rude."