The End

A rainy Sunday afternoon makes me think of the inevitable: death. Here's Shakespeare's Hamlet on the topic. (The lyricism of the passage is quite comforting.)

If it be now,
'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he
leaves, what is't to leave betimes?

The full text of Hamlet is online; read it here. Shakespeare's complete works are here.