Ultimately, in spite of the presence of parents, family members and relatives, death whisks us away. No one can protect us at that time. In reality, all living beings assume various incarnations in accordance with their own karmas. Just as a young deer engulfed in a wildfire is helpless, so is a living being, engulfed in suffering and misery in this world. The most intelligent and powerful men cannot conquer death.
Death is certain.
The greatest physicians and surgeons cannot prevent it. Rather than worrying about it, we must realize the impermanence of this world and accept the realities of life. Lamentably, the world is like a stage where, in various incarnations, a worldly soul assumes various roles such as that of a scholar, an undertaker, a servant and an insect. Our bodies are like houses for our souls, rented for different periods of time. We go through endless cycles of birth and death, going essentially nowhere.