Once, when I was walking down the beach, I caught a glimpse of a dead fish. I saw that he had decayed and that there were many other creatures feeding on the body. I was wondering about the cruelness of this. Shouldn't the fish be left in peace? Why should those other creatures be desecrating the poor animal? As I thought more about it and Death, I felt that Death knew what was needed. Maybe those creatures were starving and needed food. Possibly Death was helping them by sacrificing a single fish so that all of the other creatures may live to forage again. I began viewing death as a fisherman who would "catch" a sick or dying creature, help its soul to the next part of its journey, and then leave the flesh behind so that the other animals could remain here until it was their time.