We spend our entire lives collecting people that will attend our funerals, amirite?

Just rephrased from something else.

Freakin' bunch of hobgoblins with lady parts weeping for the bloated meat sack in a box that used to be their main booty call. One last reach around would surely destroy the delicate beauty of this scene . . .

Only if you plan on dying young.

All about timing. Wait too long and you'll start to lose them