Death is more than just a five-letter word. Its vigorous weight is passed down from generation to generation without hesitation, and without cause for warning. It’s as timeless as an unforgettable memory, and as endless as hope itself. Death gives ever-needed sleep to an exhausted life, and provides that final exhale from all Earthly woes.

Death is present for few to ignore, a gaffe that many take for granted, and Death exists for those who are willing to remember. God save those who ever forget.