when I were younger my mother told me a story " once upon a time a cute rabbit was living in a jungle one day that cute rabbit die that cute rabbit do many good things in his life that why life give him two options first die and second live more that rabbit desides to choose second and he die one day death asked him why you choose me he replied because life can do partiality but death always is same for everyone listing that answers the first time death feel love for him instead of hatered for separating ones to his loved ones "
