Am I Obsessed with Death?

I have often contemplated death. The meaning. The mechanics. Is it real? Is it... solid? Does death have a purpose? Do we live just to die, or does death come once we have fulfilled a purpose? I have often wondered if death contemplates me. Is it some mystical being? Is there really a caped skeleton holding a scythe, waiting for the time of my judgement? Or is it all just some random plot like and accident waiting to happen? Some say we are predestined to die and nothing can stop the nature of it. Some believe that life is always random. Even when it comes to death. The true nature of death lies in humanity. Everything that has a purpose must have an end purpose. But can you cheat death? Can you beat it? Will you surmount the ultimate end because you wish it? In the circle we all must turn. But circles can be bent, even broken. To contemplate death is at the same time to contemplate life. To turn is to earn and eventually you will get burned