Is death not funny? Or generous? Or romantic? Or vengeful?
Is death not fair?
When artists die they get to be the ones to paint the sky
When poets and writers die they write the thoughts that pop up in our minds
When musicians die they compose the songs birds sing up high
When dancers die they become one with the wind that moves us all
When actors die they turn into shadows that act out every part of our lives
When chefs die they continue to coat our world with the different flavors of emotion
When best friends die they are reborn as brothers in another life
When enemies die they are reborn as cousins or as neighbors, waiting to reconcile with one another
When lovers die they are reborn on opposite sides of the world, waiting to find each other once again
When soldiers die they are reborn as dogs, the loyalest of all creatures that continue to serve their cause
When performers die they are reborn as cats and continue to steal our attention and affection
When teachers die their knowledge is dispersed throughout all their students
When students die they become a sudden burst of inspiration for all other students
When women die they turn into flora and continue to be the beauty of this ugly world
When men die they turn to rocks and earth and continue to be the foundation of this world
When martyrs die they turn into guardian angels and watch over their living brothers
When people die in their sleep they are left dream of everything they ever wanted in life
When animals die they are given their chance to be reborn as humans and live among their masters
When fathers die they watch their children from under their beds and in their closets
When mothers die they continue to care for their children as teddy bears they take with them to sleep
When the meek die they turn into storms that finally release all the anger they kept pent up inside
When the violent die they turn into water, finally calm, only to be disturbed by the meek that they trampled in their living
When the famous die they left are alone with the memories of their fame and glory
When racists die they are reborn as the minority they so passionately discriminated
When the corrupt die they are left in a pit to forever be tortured by the people they stepped on
When criminals die they are reborn as bastards, their dignity stolen from the moment they are born
When addicts die they turn into their vice, to be used and abused like the lives they themselves threw away
When the sharp-tongued die they are stabbed with the words they used to hurts others
When the foolish die only their folly will be missed by those that they've made smile
When the wise die they are forever remembered in the lives that they're teaching and advises have changed
When the brave die they are turned into trees that face fiercest of storms
When the miserable die their souls are released into the sky as birds who are free to fly away from all their worries
When the tired die they are given their well deserved rest
When cowards die they retreat into the dark corners of our eyes, rarely seen just like in life
When the broken die they are made whole and new and better than what they were before
When adventurers die they continue their trek through the mysteries of the afterlife
When the curious die they are let in on the secrets of life
When dreamers die they're imaginations are turned into stars that glow as brilliantly as they did in life
When dreams die they are reborn in the minds of others
When innocence dies the whole world mourns and grows colder and dark
When love dies even the angels and demons weep
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But when you die you will not be reborn
You will not turn into another form
You will not live on in space or in nature
Because you are not an idea, or a feeling, or a concept, or a position
You are human
You are mortal
You are skin that covers your entire being
Bones that have kept you up through all the trials
Muscles that you built through experiences
Mind that holds all your memories worth keeping
And soul that encompasses your entire existence
And when you die will be missed;
By your father that felt nothing but pride watching you grow up
By your mother that held all the joy in the world whenever she saw you
By your siblings that looked to you for guidance and care
By friends and enemies alike
Because death is not funny, or generous, or romantic, or vengeful
But it is fair
And unlike you
Death is permanent
