Death has no age, nor preferences. Death comes for all the young and the ailing, it's colour blind, wether you're highborn or yet to be born laying unconceived in your mothers womb...you'll be in a tomb. It comes uninvited at the most unexpectable times, or in your highest moment of living. It brings an halt to the constant routines you've designed for yourself. We've all been touched by death...the grievous days that hung on us unshaken for months or years in some households, feeling the sense of gloominess entombing us with our lost loved ones. Nevertheless we move on, hoping that we'll be rembered for the right reasons when our time comes to pass...
