Life is in stages; you are born, you grow old and you die. You are born, you find out why and you die. You are born, you live a good life and you die. You are born, you don’t get to live at all and you die. No matter how it starts or how the middle turns out, the final stage of life is and will always be death. And no matter how well life is lived or how far away we run, death is only a matter of time. So why do we run? Why do we hide behind society and religion and fear and good manners.