We could, of course, make an art out of killing and thus create something much more disturbing than this nodeshell.

Although we are likely to feel less conscience-stricken if we instead make an art out of death.

If we can see a kind of beauty in the inevitable, does it cease to be death in a strict sense?

*This was an attempt to redeem the above statement--or at least to make it a little less insipid. You work with what you've got. :)