We are going to die and decompose. Our remains will provide nutrients to plants and animals. We are to be recycled. Our time is limited. Death awaits us, our children and our parents are not immune to this fact. Whenever I pass a cemetary, I give thanks to those who contributed in a positive way to society so that we may continue our existence; those in the future need to pay respects to those in the past. But that is where it ends. The brain dies, there is nothing left. I wish I could pull them out of the ground and converse with them, but that is not the case. Religion gives hope to man that there is dessert after the meal.