Antinatalism and the harmfulness of death Death is only imagined as worse because it's associated with the visage of ugly, stiff, rotting corpses.
It's the spark of life, the ephemeral beauty of it, that defies reason. That defies our fate to decompose into what can only be described as Hellish.
The question is, why isn't life Hellish at all then? And by that I mean reasonable life. It's the opposite. Whatever we are, and whatever this spark of life is, is so beautiful that we literally celebrate it non-stop. Even though it's fated to decay when the pulse stops.
The buck doesn't stop there, though. What is more natural than rigor mortis is love. Call it supernatural, if you will.