Wait. . . Maybe I misunderstood. I thought you were chastising us for celebrating death.
I wasn't chastising you. I am trying to understand your perspective. Human lives are so incredibly short.
When Xinchub was born, your parents were both in grade-school.
But when I was born, your ancestors were still living in trees and throwing poo at each other.
In fairness, most of us never outgrew the poo-throwing thing.