But, death is a matter of principle, neither good, nor evil.

And like all children, they are legacies of their parents.

A mirror into their past, to remind them what it is to live for the sake of life,
and not survial.
But inevitably, the colors fade, and the world loses a little bit of magic every
day you grow older.
And, when the magic has faded, you know it is time to move on, because you have
done your duty.
You have passed the mantle of life to the next generation - whimsy in their eyes
and the world full of magic.