"No matter where you prepare your last bed, No matter where the sword of death falls, The terrifying messengers of death descend, Horrid and giant; and glare with thirsty eyes.
Friends and family, weeping, surround you. Eyeing your wealth and possessions, They offer prayers and enshroud you. Unprepared, you pass away; Helpless and alone." From 'Songs of spiritual change' by His Holiness the 7th Dalai Lama (transl. Glenn Mullin)