Death has much to teach. Don’t leave its lessons to your final days.
There is nothing I desire more to be informed of, than of the death of men:
that is to say, what words, what countenance, and what face they show
at their death . . . Were I a composer of books, I would keep a register,
commented of the diverse deaths, which in teaching men to die, should after
teach them to live.
(Montaigne, Essays)