A hearse and a coffin. Four men with horseheads. JFK in a hearse being led by four(?) horses down Penn Ave. Every death is a rebirth to be celebrated. Optimism, anticipation.
Seems this is going well, Susan!
At the end of the road is a gate through which we must pass. And pass we will, but only under the most strident condition - death. "Except that we be reborn" can the Kingdom be claimed.
Your chariot is ready, my queen.

(Sometimes I allow myself the freedom to 'stream' my thoughts and once done, will not undertake to defend them. The thoughts click or they don't. Meh.)