Death and His Friends

You wanna know what is really weird?
Death.
We are all gonna die.
Seriously.
Let that sink in.
You.
Will.
Die.
Well, probably not now, but eventually.
Eventually, your existence as a person will disappear from the face of this earth.
Gone.
Forever.
Think about it, you will (hopefully) be lying in a hospital bed, wheezing for air, and suddenly POOF!
You're gone.
Is it a sudden thing, like turning off a light?
Or is it gradual, like the drying up of a stream?
Do you meet anything right before you go?
Or is it just empty blackness into the eternal nothingness?
Does your life really flash before your eyes?
Or do you not even have the chance to do that?
If you sit down and imagine yourself zooming through time to the day where you die, will you be able to accept that fate then and there? Can you accept the fact that not only you will die, but every one you see now? Every friend you've made, every stranger you have glimpsed, every single one will die.
Every single one will end up either rotting in an extremely expensive wooden box, or be burnt to a crisp and left to catch dust on someones mantle.
Can you look someone in the eye and think "You're going to die."?
Those beautiful eyes that are filled with life, can you just imagine them being dull?
Can you imagine those eyes being life-less and lacking in that color you love oh, so much?
Can you accept the truth?
It is truly a scary thing.
Sitting here, typing this, I am just floating in all of this.
All of this truth is surrounding my head like water.
It may not be what you want to hear,
It may not be what you want to accept.
But death will happen to you and everyone around you.