There is honor in death. Never forget that death is natural. It is meant to happen. This picture that I drew sort of in honor of my great grandfather who died on February 1, 2007. He was a good man. He was a farmer. One very cool thing about him is that he owned and operated a real steam engine! =] Yep! That's right, I got go on a steam engine! He was a good man in life, and he lived for 92 years. His time had come, and seeing that he had accomplished the things he was meant for in this world, death was honorable. It was time for him to go up to heaven, where he no longer has to suffer at all. Now seeing that he was a farmer, I really debated over whether I wanted a sword or a pitchfork to be at his grave. But since I had translated what was happening in my life over to my world with Kyosis, I decided to give him a sword. If you think about it, he had, if you look at it right, fought his way through this world. In his memory I live on, and continue to fight in this world. And he is with me. So with the comfort and satisfaction of knowing that death was good for him I say, rest in peace.