Great piece, Karolin. Reminds me of my favorite stanza from one of the greatest poems of the English language, "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard," by Thomas Gray. It's about a graveyard where many peasants are buried. The stanza reads: "The boast of heraldry and the pomp of power, and all that beauty all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike the inevitable hour, The paths of glory lead but to the grave." We're the same in life and DEFINITELY the same in death. Nice job.