Death will remain a stranger to all of us. Nobody knows what it is like to die. Nor will we ever, yet so many people crave the unknown. Jean-Paul Sartre postulated that all living things are born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.
But is it so weak to carry on for your friends and family while you just wish you were dead? I believe that living can be a sign of weakness and of strength, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.