thankyou
reminds me of a poem I once read from the mid 16th century, it was describing how knights killed in war shouldn't be mourned for, because in death they'll never feel fear again, they'll never be tormented by sickness, the worst pain had already been done to them.. it was asking the reader to celebrate their death, as it released them from the bondage of life.
not sure i completely agree with the sentiment though, since how can you really know that death is a release? maybe it's an even worse kind of prison.