Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass represents him.

You die as you've lived. If you were paranoid in life, you'll probably be paranoid when you're dying.

Done to death by slanderous tongues

Death without dread of death is welcome death

A detective sees death in all the various forms at least five times a week.