"Please, I need more time. I'm not ready to go..." You may say, but time waits for no one. Death awaits you at the door. The light piercing bright through your eyes. "Your time has come. I know it is hard to let go to all you love, but it will be okay. Here, hold my hand." Death holds out his bony hand to you. A tear falls from the corner of your eye. You sigh and take his hand. You go into the light but your memory will never be forgotten. Memento Mori....