Not quite sure if I competely understood this one but I liked whatever I did. In so far as my take on death is concerned, I don't think we can write /feel clearly about it so long as we are alive -everything we say about it is at best a surmise, at worst a speculation. Your reference to "fewer blank pages" was lost on me but "paradigm breeders" struck a chord somewhere!
You wrote a rhymey singsong death poem...kinda cheery...what? Suppose that form follows function...if true...aha!...of course...you're being sarcastic...clown makeup on the corpse...and big silly shoes to tromp on despair..."And death shall have no dominion..."
If this is from a personal experience being with someone at the end of their life, then I am so sorry. As Jotter said, it does sound very bleak and it is gut-wrenching. My experience (and I have a lot of experience with this stage of life) has been that there definitely CAN be bliss and a benevolent Universe where "truth absolute" may just be a beautiful thing.