My brothers and sisters, we laugh, we cry, we work, we play, we love, we live. And then we die. Death is our universal heritage. All must pass its portals. Death claims the aged, the weary and worn. It visits the youth in the bloom of hope and the glory of expectation. Nor are little children kept beyond its grasp. In the words of the Apostle Paul, “It is appointed unto men once to die.”¹²And dead we would remain but for one Man and His mission, even Jesus of Nazareth. – Thomas S. Monson, “I Know That My Redeemer Lives,” Ensign (CR) May 2007