Death. Seemingly, the inescapable common denominator of existence. Whether deemed an enemy or a friend, its result is evident–the end of life. Sometimes it is welcomed, the end of suffering and pain; sometimes shunned, cutting short what may have been a brilliant future, but we don’t get to choose. Every day, close to 300,000 of us don’t wake up; almost 300K, checking out of this hotel called life, walking through the revolving door with only the clothes on their backs, reaching the intersection of time and eternity.