I recently had an encounter with Death. It plucked a dear family member and friend from us much too early. As could probably be expected from an experience such as this, my mind has been racing with thoughts of Death. What strikes me most is the fact that, in many ways, Death is the meaning of Life. After all, we spend our entire lives trying to come to some sort of understanding of our relationship to Death. There is a constant struggle to comport our lives with the knowledge of our impending encounter with Death. We all cope with this issue differently. Religion, mythology, philosophy and fiction have all attempted to provide us with an explanation for the mystery and tragedy inherent in Death, but in the end we are left alone to form our own relationship to and with Death.