Over whelming sense of happiness

Death often crops up every once in a while. For it's the only thing that is certain. Only thing humans can be counted on to do. To die.
Our final destination. 6 feet under. Soil thrown over a wooden box that contains a rotting corpse. Every month or so, someone will come to water flowers or just look at your head stone. It's dull.
Being dead....but it's the journey along the way that counts. Even the last couple of minutes before you finally give up the ghost.

Only one thing is sure...death isn't always grim. It's nearly always sad. We grieve but we get over it. We cry, but finally comes the day when we accept it and move on. That day is all the matters.
We never take our own life to make our selves happy. We think we might, but you never benefit, your family and all people who love you are the people that suffer.

Actually this is really happy ;)
Or am I lying?
You do not know