The journey from here to there after has begun as this mortal fabric withers entities in the shadows around the soul. I ride the hearse requiescat in pace. The journey continues towards oblivion, the flesh is weak but the spirit is free at last, free from the chains attached to life. They lay me low; they carry me away into oblivion I go. Death’s kingdom awaits farewell to the flesh and I ride the hearse more and more. Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire. Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven. So don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened. Only in the agony of parting we look into the depths of true love. These images transcend death from its elementary understanding. We as humans are obliged to appreciate every single moment given in our physical life. Once it’s gone, melancholy is our only consolation for the beloved ones.