When the fruit is ripe, the stalk breaks and the it falls to the ground, shattering. Deteriorating further, the sead gets embedded in the ground and should luck water and sun have it, the sead will grow into a plant. Thus is life. Life is death.
More dead than alive.
When you start to see death as a process and not a moment of misfortune, people start to seem much more precious, life starts to seem much more meaningful.