Dying is Strange and Hard.

I pity you, you eternal generation. For being alive forever is a curse, and death a blessing. Life means nothing to you. What was once so precious is as worthless to you as air or water. There is no longer any purpose, there is nothing to look forward to, there are no precious moments that you wish could somehow last. Why? Because there is no end. And no one wants to read a story that goes on longer than it should.