Life is messy, because it always ends in death.
My wife is much more spiritual than me. She believes that we all make a choice to incarnate, and that we see the entire life we are going to live, and we sign up to experience being human and to grow as a soul.
Maybe she is right, maybe it is a bunch of hooey, who knows (well, we all will once the band stops playing…).
We are sad for him because he had done something to stand out. Life well lived. My heart breaks for the ones who die from preventable things like malnutrition, malaria or some stupid dick’s war.