This sounds like you're only thinking of people who die very old. When my 99yo grandmother died, it felt natural, like it was the time for such things. She'd e

This sounds like you're only thinking of people who die very old. When my 99yo grandmother died, it felt natural, like it was the time for such things. She'd eaten all her cake. When my 29yo sister died, it was completely different, even though her death was also natural and did not involve suffering (sudden cardiac death, because invariably someone will ask). Sure, she'd had some cake, but it seemed like most of it was ahead of her, and the cake didn't fall to the floor, it just sat there, uneaten and uneatable, which feels both sad and wrong. At least if there had been a fight, there would be hope for reconciliation, or even if that weren't possible, we could still be glad to hear good news about each other's life. (Rarely does so much hatred endure forever that you can't ever be glad when good things happen to somebody.) Death is worse.