Life is uncertain; death is certain.
Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
There are those who do not realise that one day we all must die.
But those who do realise this settle their quarrels.
Here will I live in the rainy season, here in the autumn and in the summer: thus muses the fool. He realizes not the danger (of death).
The Buddha, Dhammapada v. 286