When death comes, it's time to give everything up, everything you built, everyone you love.
That's why people don't want to talk about it. It's sad, scarily sad.
I think being prepared for death is the ultimate act of detachment.
And in detachment lies peace. As a sane man, would you choose peace or conflict within?
At any point in my life, I would like to have my dependents entitled to whatever I want to provide them. And that is limited.
I want all my debts kept paid.
Those things I create, I hope there are care-takers for it, and they benefit from them in future.
Those people that had love for me, hopefully I did enough for them, that they do not remember any emotional debt.
Detachment then, is the key to living and dying a free life.