 And then he starts talking about death, like capital D, like death in a character. Yeah. Shows up and stands next to the bed. Death says, you are mine now. Neither your wealth, nor your honors, nor your reason, nor your knowledge, nor your wisdom, nor your friends, nor your kin are able to free you from my clutches. Arise and let us depart now from the land of the living. I mean, this gives you goosebumps. You know, I mean, this is serious business and this is a campus in the year 1400 something. Yeah, yeah. This, interestingly enough, was about the time when the personification of death as the grim reaper really came into circulation, into currency at this point in history. And, you know, the idea of death coming, arriving at us as a kind of unwelcome guest one day and compelling us to accompany him, I think is very sobering thought.