"How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive"
-- Vonegut, Slaughterhouse-Five, 105
Eventually, no matter the person, we come to realize, that, the fundamental, unflinching constant of the universe is impermanance. And not, I think, in the I-know-I-am-going-to-die-because-death-is-a-fact kind of way. That's an eight-year-old-grade grasp on the concept. No, I don't think anyone, at least I didn't, really gets death, in the upper-case-d sense of the word until they experience Death in its other forms. See, Death isn't just about your heart stopping and your muscles tensing up and your corpse rotting in the ground and your loved ones crying. No, that's the pop sense of Death, the Big Death, the one that we all think about, the one that we've been surrounded by for so long that that idea of it is so worn that it's lost its real impact. It's really just a wholly-tired idiom at this point.
See, what death is really about is, impermenance. Death as in your mother croaking