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Death is one of the things. Either annihilation and the dead have no conciousness of any thing; or as we are told; it is really a change, a migration of the soul from this place to another

Lifes well run Lifes work well done Lifes victory won Now comes rest
All the pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed, I am now at peace forever safely home in heaven at last
Excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living and the dead know it not.
This is death, and the sole death When a mans loss comes to him from his gain Darkness from light, from knowledge, ignorance And lack of love, from love made manifest
-Robert Browning