The last conversation I had with my farther was as he lay in hospital dying of cancer. I was 17. I held his hand and saw God. After that I didn't care about the idea of death anymore. Death only exists if I believe it does. If more beings were aware, the passing of one bodily form would be celebrated with great excitement, not feared and loathed. Its not the end, but the start of something new. There is end to life, just like it has no beginning.