Death is important.
Perhaps, it is the one time when anyone, even the most remotely connected, upon hearing of it, wants to know, Oh, how did he die? Death is unlike living. Breathing. Nobody asks, how the hell are you living. You just, well, live. But in death, there’s curiosity. You want to know what happened because invariably, in the back of your head you’re calculating—I should watch against that. That’s not a great way to go.
In death, you want to know if there was suffering. Did he suffer? That’s awful.