I had one ear bud in while doing the dishes, only half listening to the "Your Discover Weekly" playlist on Spotify, when the below track came on and I just stopped, stood transfixed, my full attention utterly devoted:
A helpful comment on the YouTube video (yes, they do exist) advised that the lyrics to the piece were actually a poem written by Charles Wesley in the 18th century.
Ah! lovely appearance of death!
No sight upon earth is so fair;
Not all the gay pageants that breathe
Can with a dead body compare.
In isolation the first stanza seems a bit morbid but, as you progress through the rest, it becomes apparent that this is a wonderfully, beautifully eloquent way of looking at death: as a release, as the beginning of the next.
The death itself is not the sad part, the sadness is reserved for the one left "To mourn and to suffer", longing for their own "delivery" and their "spirit created anew."