[This] is the godless view of death. It’s an end, not a transition. It deserves all the sorrow the living bring to it, and the absurd attempts of the believers to soften it with lies are a contemptible disservice to the life that is over. Don’t be shy about saying it, either; the life that is lost is far more important and the death far more tragic than any fantastic superstition conjured up by some pious twit can obliterate.
The whole thing’s well worth a read, but echoes my feelings.
Life – any life – is far more fragile and delicate than you probably have ever considered.
Be aware of that if you ever choose to kill something; and if you attend someone’s death, be aware of how that individual was precisely that – unique.