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Before I start what is most likely (to you, the reader) a nonsensical, idiotic rant I would advise you to read with the thought of taking this with a speck of dust. This is only my view on life and death, albeit dark and morbid. So without further a slur let us begin. 

To start us off (or you, if I were to specify), I would like to speak of life for it is a far less evaded subject to speak of. Life to me has always been a cruel thing, beating you senseless one moment and the next healing the inflicted wounds all while whispering sweet nothings in your ear as if it were a lover. Of course how life acts towards an individual varies from one to another. However in my case had life been personified as anything it would be identical twins with extreme contrasting personalities or a very, very cruel person that loves to see me bleed and watch my face twist in confusion as they bandage my wounds. In other words life is like a pendulum, for every reward  there is always a punishment just as severe. That rule always applies, I may not get my reward immediately and vice versa however I will get it.
This always happens along with life's tricks. However I do not hate life per say, that does not stop me from admitting that it drives me towards insanity occasionally. 

Death is another story, death is absolute with an unspoken promise of a freedom of sorts. However, one does not know freedom unless they first experience hardship. So whilst life plays with you and teaches you wisdom and wit, along with a load to carry, death silently waits in the corner in amusement waiting for you to be content with what you have made for yourself and to take you away and experience something entirely different from what you ever knew. On a slightly different note, I do not get why people are afraid of death, death itself does not harm, however I do not blame one for being afraid of how they die, most deaths outside of natural causes are extremely painful and no one would like to go through excruciating pain. However, aside from that I do not see anything wrong with death, because​ everyone meets death at some point in time. No need to be scared of it. I also do not see why it is although unspoken, required for one to lament, you may call me a fool, or heartless but I do not see the point in it. I can not see any reason to lament ones death, all hardship is removed, yes they have left their vessel but there is a chance you can meet them again in the afterlife if there is one. Or possibly in another life, the possibilities of what lies after death is endless. Therefore I see no point in lamenting at a funeral. But still, death is a promise of your hardships taken away and possibly a utopia of bliss.

Well, sweet peanut butter on french toast. I did not expect you to get through all that. You have successfully impressed me. Honestly if you read all that I congratulate you. Now I had better leave, considering I have wasted enough of our time on this Earth, goodbye and thank you for your time. I hope this has sufficiently satisfied your need for insaniTea. Goodbye.