I have a hard time fathoming death. I've thought about why that might be, and I think it's because it's not real/true. In truth, we don't die, we just discard the garment of the body we've used for this earth experience. Even the personality that's existed in this life, even as it unites with the soul and its higher self, remains intact -- it never ever disappears, dies, vanishes. Even this small part of this life's earth personality remain forever, eternal, inviolate.
So, it's hard to think of anyone dying.
But it has brought powerfully to the forefront that this experience we have in this lifetime with these people that we meet is the ONLY time that will ever happen. Even though the record of it is eternal, this is an once-only experience, utterly unique and can never be duplicated.
Makes me think, all over again, of the kind of experiences I want to have with people. Only when someone dies do we feel it's all been too short. My response to my friend's death was: Really? This is it? That's all we got?
Certainly puts emphasis on what appear to be inconsequential interactions. They may be the only ones we will ever have.
As always in these sorts of considerations, it's pretty clear what a waste it is to be unhappy here, to complain, to find fault . . . not to appreciate, not to be grateful. Because, yeah, it all ends pretty quickly. I don't think anyone wants to die wishing they've just appreciated life a little more, felt more of the joy and the magnificence.