I Have Been Thinking About Death

I've been thinking about death lately. Not my own, in general. I'm in a certain situation where It's not really an avoidable thought.
These last days what annoyed me, no, better said enrages me the most is how you're supposed to condense the meaning of a person's life in a few lines. How do you distill the years of information and emotional charge into a few words and feel that you made the right choice? Is it possible to capture their essence into such little information or into a poetical cliche? It's a question eroding at the base of my skull and I try to look away, do something fun, something stupid, anything that can move me away from the sad neighborhood that question lives in but it finds me in seconds and it's crushing my will. I wish it was about me it would be so easy: he was a boring guy and now he's dead.

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GeniUs · 56-60, M

I know this won't help but here's an equally depressing story about death:

About 7 years ago I started dating my partner and she took me to the market in her home town. There were the usual fruit and vegetable stalls, flower stalls, hardware stalls and an auction. The auction had wood and fencing all lined up against a wall, then there were some bikes and then some boxes lined up in rows on the floor. I understood the wood and the bikes but the boxes just appeared to contain random rubbish.
'Who's left all this rubbish here?' I asked.
'That's for sale by auction,' my partner said.
'But who's going to buy boxes of junk like this?'
'People do.' She replied.
I waited around to see the auction of rubbish start and she was right, sometimes the buyers were going mad for them and bidding daft prices. We went back the next week and I decided to look through some of the boxes, some as I thought had rubbish, some were packed with full tea sets, some had a mix of interesting items and some even had some items that looked valuable. I even bought some boxes that day and was feeling pleased with myself with some of the minor treasures I'd found. I finally thought to ask my partner where the items came from, 'house clearances,' she told me, ' when people die and there's nobody to sort out their things, they clear everything into boxes and bring it here to be sold.'
I couldn't walk across the market square after that without thinking, 'when you die alone, everything you've collected, held dear to yourself over a lifetime, ends up in boxes for vultures to fight over.'

kayoshin · 36-40, M

I know that feeling. I helped out in my building just some time with clearing out an apartment that some old man had, he died and his relatives just sold the apartment as it was and the new buyer didn't want anything but the building itself. I thought about it too, how everything that man treasured became garbage as soon as he died and no one bothered to look it twice over. I kept a couple of his books, felt like at least they should go on.

sspec

@GeniUs Great lesson to learn from the end, if only one intends. Thanks for sharing.