We live by faith, not by sight. We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord. This frustrates us, especially in a time of scientific breakthrough and exploding knowledge, that we should be able to break out of earth's environment and yet be stopped cold by death's unyielding mystery. Everything changes, death is changeless. We may postpone it, we may tame its violence, but death is still there waiting for us.
Death always waits.
The door of the hearse is never closed. Dairy farmer and sales executive live in death's shadow, with Nobel prize winner and prostitute, mother, infant, teen, old man. The hearse stands waiting for the surgeon who transplants a heart as well as the hopeful recipient, for the funeral director as well as the corpse he manipulates. Death spares none. What Paul is about to state enhances the eternal, invisible things which he had mentioned in that verse.