Although, death as the narrator puts a lot of things in perspective too. The way it's written makes death seem almost human to me.

The one instance that I'll never forget from the ER, one very old lady was admitted with the complaint of shortness of breath and a poor GCS by her neighbours. She lived alone, no husband in the picture and kids were settled in Australia. When she reached, she was resuscitated and even managed her saturation on venturi mask, we didn't even need to intubate her. That gave me a lot of hope somehow because her being alone in this condition was already so heartbreaking. But then by the morning, she was gone. Alone and cold in the hospital. Without her family by her side.

Every time I think of her, I imagine death cradling her soul in her arms and warming her cold limbs. But then there's grief of her dying alone on a hospital bed without anyone by her side. This makes me think about how time never stops for anyone, even for the dying, never slows down. But death, according to Markus Zusak, stops and carries the soul to a certain eternity. Death cares enough to treat the souls with empathy and love.