When a person dies it is a solemn reminder of how fragile life really is. Because we cant tell the future and we cant be sure when a disaster or tragedy will strike life is always precious, always fragile because of the very fact that we don’t know what tomorrow will bring. Our very mortality ensures that no moment can ever be re-lived no day will happen twice and this is what gives our lives immeasurable value and joy. It is the very knowing that our days are numbered that gives each day meaning. When a person dies we are forced into the sudden realization that life is finite. Time ceaselessly marches on. Things happen all the time, everywhere, but it’s different when theres a death. The permanence of death is ominous and often overwhelming. We feel like we have to care deeply when someone dies, because we can’t just let death go like the rest of the things that happen go. Death has to be sad, tragic and terrible. How could it not be anything but sad? If we don’t grieve and feel sorrow then no one will. The universe is completely indifferent, it could not care any less. If we don’t care, then no one cares and that can be hard to come to terms with. Death doesn’t have to be sad but it usually is especially when it happens to someone close to us. When it happens to someone we are not so close to it can serve as a sobering reminder of what really matters.