I don't see why death should be beautiful. I've seen a couple people die: both my grandfathers, my grandmother and my father. None of them were beautiful. Especially not my fathers. His death was very unpleasant to watch, he was only about 55 and he died with blood pouring out his mouth and tubes everywhere with all his organs failing (don't abuse alcohol, kids). My grandfathers both died leaving a depressed wife behind, and my grandmother died in fear of her own death.
In the grand scheme of things, I could see how someone could find it beautiful. All that circle-of-life, romantic stuff... I do find it "beautiful"(not the word I'd use, but now I feel too primed to not use it) that it happens to lowest and highest of people and all creatures. And the eternal nothingness does seem to be the best outcome compared to many of the afterlife myths.
But to hear someone say "death is beautiful" automatically makes me feel like they are one of those wannabe more logical, wiser-than-thou-art, atheist martyrs who want to seem like they have some unique insight to offer the world.
But that's not fair of me.
In the grand scheme of things, I could see how someone could find it beautiful. All that circle-of-life, romantic stuff... I do find it "beautiful"(not the word I'd use, but now I feel too primed to not use it) that it happens to lowest and highest of people and all creatures. And the eternal nothingness does seem to be the best outcome compared to many of the afterlife myths.
But to hear someone say "death is beautiful" automatically makes me feel like they are one of those wannabe more logical, wiser-than-thou-art, atheist martyrs who want to seem like they have some unique insight to offer the world.

But that's not fair of me.