At memorial services I sometimes refer to Psalm 90:   For all our days pass away, our years come to an end, like a sigh.  The years of our life are threescore and ten, or even by reason of strength fourscore; yet they are soon gone and we fly away… So teach us to number our days that we might get a heart of wisdom.   Long though our lives might be, they will end.  We will die, but will we have lived well?  Will…