I don't fear death so much as I fear its prologues: loneliness, decrepitude, pain, debilitation, depression, senility. After a few years of those, I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach.
The First Version of "The Arrival of forgotten souls".
“...it is sad, of course, to forget. But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does.” Quoted by V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue fits right here to explain the conception of this artwork.