As fruits fall from a tree -- tender, ripe or old -- even so we die in our infancy, in the prime of manhood or even in old age. The sun rises in the East only to set in the West. Flowers bloom in the morning to fade in the evening. Inevitable death, which comes to all without exception, we have to face with perfect equanimity.
Venerable Narada Mahathera, The Buddha and His Teachings