Dogs live a few hours later. Yeah, they live a few hours later than cats do, at least that is my feeling on the subject. Forget about death and destruction, war and pestilence, forget about all that. Just remember when dying to love the things around you, they will forever be imprinted in your brain, in your mind, in your soul. Do not worry about when death comes, when the grim reaper comes, try challenging him to a game of chess (we all know how he loves chess [and yes I am calling him a he because only males can be cruel and take life away from another creature so easily and without reason]) or he might just play the sly card of death and chop down your tree with you in it after you already pretended to be dead, c'mon, like that -ish works with Death or Charon or Anubis or anyone of those fun-loving guys who just want to party like they remembered it back in their respective eras. I cannot wait until the new guy arrives. I wonder if black is still going to be in? Or if gold might make a comeback? Maybe he'll fly, wow, what a neat-o trick that will be when he swoops down on some magic and sweeps the life out of your ears and eyes, but then leaves your heart and mind and soul to hug and kiss those next to you. What a cool dude. Some day people will want to be just like him and dying will become a thing of the past. Let's not forget the happiness love brings. So if dogs can live a few hours later, then humans should figure out their style to confront their Death with because whatever he does for them, jeez, let me tell you, I would love a piece of how that works, a small piece, whatever the man can provide.