In a nutshell, when you die, you disintegrate and once again become what you were before your birth, and from that you split, join, and contribute to the creation of another being. You're only thinking now because your brain's working, once it's stopped, there is no more sense, you can't taste, smell, or feel anything. The more power we possess, the closer we feel like we are to the supreme forces. There has got to be something we are incapable of doing, to keep us from impersonating what we look up to, be it or not just our imagination. When someone I hold close to die, I don't see why I shouldn't be pleading about their death, considering I would never be able to see or talk to that person again.