There, on the grave of a young girl, I read the words: WITH DEATH LIFE BEGINS.
At the time I was somewhat sceptical and felt that perhaps her parents had simply been comforting themselves with the hope that Agnes was continuing her existence elsewhere. But I never forgot that engraving ... and, with life-experience, perceptions change.
Death is the end of our flesh, yes, and our physical presence. However, we've simply shed our body in much the way that a caterpillar sheds its chrysalis. Once the chrysalis has outlived its usefulness, the newly emerging butterfly spreads its wings and experiences wonderful, glorious freedom.
This, I have come over the years to believe, is how our spirit feels when it's set free from the encumbrance of a body. Yes, emphatically, death is when life begins!