A man's dying is more his survivor's affair than his own

I am about to take my last voyage. A great leap in the dark.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

If a God, he could not suffer death, for immortality cannot die, and as a man his death could be no more than the death of any other person

A man's dying is more the survivors affair than his own

Done to death by slanderous tongues