This is an excerpt from an amazon.com review that I wrote for a gothic metal album ("October Rust" by Type O Negative), describing the beauty that I find in death in general.
-Few aromas accommodate man's olfactory nerve quite as pleasantly as that of Fall. The scent of Autumn may be as beautiful a scent as any in nature. But consider this: what you're actually smelling is death. Autumn, from Latin autumnus, is often named Fall in North America because it describes precisely what leaves on trees do unto Earth. Terestrial mortification. Natural, ordained death. We pay for this smell of death- in the form of candles, of hand soaps, of car fresheners. and appreciatively welcome the real thing when the season comes. The point is- that beauty can indeed be found in death.-
Do you agree? Do you have your own philosophy about the subject?