 But death in and of itself, the final breath of life, this life, is like being born. So you think about a baby that, you know, someone's going through the birth canal. A baby's going through the birth canal and it's fighting. It's trying not to come out. It's warm and cozy and mommy. It's safe. It knows where it is. The baby comes out. They're being poked and prodded and they're scared and they're crying and they're in total fear of the whole process. And then you put that baby in mommy's arms and they're at peace.