Our entire life is an irony. We feel comfortable when we know things for certain. Uncertainty it's scary, it pressurizes us when we don't know what is going to happen next. Yet somehow, where life is uncertain and death certain, we run away from it. I don't think it's because we are afraid of it. Somewhere deep down, we are scared of the reaction people will have upon hearing about our death and how they deal with it. Do they cry for us or are they least bothered. Who is going to look after the people we love the most? Do they even care about us after our death? How do we know? How can we help? Are we there to know about whether they cared? Even after all the things we say about not thinking before we give some things or some part of ourselves.... We wish that someone cried for us, cared enough to do so.