If you think about it, life and death is nearly synonymous with one-another. The only thing throwing a veil over the only constant in the universe; the act of not being aware of oneself, is some oxygen rich cellular based fluid which is circulated around a biological vessel which consists mostly of water, by an instinctually powered muscle. The moment this repetitive process deteriorates enough until ceasure, your comprehension of anything ceases with it. You will have more in common with the dirt you're buried in, than the multicellular organisms mourning the passing of your consciousness and the experiences and brain chemistry balance which defined said consciousness. At least until they, too, ceases all animate and electrical activity. Which everything consciously aware of itself eventually will, without fail. The only truly acceptable consequence of life and its fickle nature of blessings and curses, fortune and famine, is that no matter who you are, what you do, where you are, and why you're here? You will cease to exist. No amount of political power, accumulation of monetary or materialistic wealth, or post-mortem memorabilia nicknamed 'legacies', will change that. This is the only thing making the concept of death, almost soothing; that everything and everyone considered 'alive' will experience it at some point. The one truly inescapable result of every life form.