Death is part of the fallen-ness of the Creation. Sin, as St. Paul says, is the sting of death, like the tip of an iceberg. Neither sin nor death are of God's making. But for the time being, there is death. There is aging and deterioration.
Death is often life's very deepest pain.
Pain from the loss of loved ones and pain from the knowledge of our own death. There are times when we may have to admit to ourselves that we must at last stand in the Lord's presence and know that we are at last powerless. We sit with pain that we cannot overcome. Tragedy, sickness, despair, sadness. And perhaps behind a closed door, sitting in the home of Lazarus, and Martha, and Mary, who was the one who washed Jesus' feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair, these three individuals who were so close to Jesus, who loved him with all they had, perhaps behind closed doors one evening he told them who he was.