I know, Herp Derp right. Of course death stops and can ruin life (Or more so ruins those that care about the life lost). After my cat going missing some 3 months ago ive realised that if I ever got another pet i'd only be depressed by the tradgedy of its loss again. Wether that be through old age or other causes. This lead me to think about losing my grandfather and cousin. This world is so full of death it just spoils everything at the end. Memories become bitter and pain me when i think about those ive lost.
I'm sorry if I sound like an emotionaly depressed twat but, I really don't want to go through the pain of losing anything I love but, it's going to happen, It's going to happen to all of us and it's going to happen regurarly.
Edit: Quick title edit to a meaning that I think is more what im trying to put across.