I grew up hearing the words, "Oh grave where is they victory, oh death where is thy sting?" every time someone died. I hated those words with a passion, and I still do.  Death is the final word for us, the gavel on the judge's bench. There's no going back to change anything. There's no last words. You can't have a do-over. Your sentence has been given.  It's the sentence we all get- to rot in a moldy wood box in a moldy grave under a stone that will slowly wear down from the rain and weather. In another 150 years, no one's going to be able to read the engraving.  Death is an enemy, a dark angel that comes for all of us, sooner or later. But why take what we love most? Why take what sometimes anchors us in life- why take the reason we are alive?  Why do we not get any last words? Why do we not get to say 'I love you' one more time, why do we not get to ask our last questions, get the answers we need to know?  Death's victory is the stark fact that it takes what we love and destroys it forever.  Grave's sting is the terrible realization that they will never be coming out of that dank hole in the ground.  Death is a cruel cruel enemy. And no matter how much we try To sugar coat it, it will always be terrible.