i cant turn off the lights for you bud, sorry. however, i do have a short poem id like to share with you:
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas
it's a poem about death, and i feel like it perfectly describes what you want.