It could be said that everything is a means to an end. To life, death is that end. Death is inevitable. It cannot be escaped and it will not be escaped. Death is not something to fear just as much as life is to fear. To flee from death is to flee from all that makes up life, just as a mirror reflects an image. Death could be seen as a day of reckoning, yet it could also be seen as a new beginning - a new leaf if you will. Death is a concept just as much as infinity, as death has no true prerequisite. That seems to lead to the question: what is death? Is death only the end of life or is it something more? Is it an experience to somehow learn from? Is it a lesson to those who once surrounded you? Is it perhaps an escape to an ethereal world? Is it based solely around the unescapable confines of science, where things are shackled with rules and meaningless terms? Is it where the brain stop operating and the neural network begins deteriorating? Or is it something... more? Something mystical? Something... magical?
To go further, what comes after death? Is it a reckoning? Is it tranquillity? Peacefulness, calmness? Why is death thought of as bad to some and good to others when those terms are simply subjects to relativity? Is death unimaginable, or has it been experienced by people who live their daily lives like everyone else? Is a dreamless sleep reminiscent of death - a mere fraction - a taster - of what death is? Death is imminent but with that thought in mind, it could be considered a mystical, beautiful phenomena of nature. Do not fear what is to come and live in the present as though you will always get a chance of retribution. The future - and therefore death - has yet to come and should therefore not be feared.