We do not fall on death suddenly but advance towards it gradually. We die everyday. For everyday a little of our life is taken from us. Even when we are growing, our life is on the lane. We lose our childhood, then our boyhood and then our youth. . Counting even yesterday all past time is lost time. The very day we are now spending are shared between ourselves and death. It is not the last drop that empties the bucket, but all that has previously flown out. Similarly the final hour when we cease to exist does not bring death. It merely itself completes the death process. We reached death at that moment. But we have been a long time on the way.