“When I was a kid, I realized that everyone dies. I realized that one day, I wouldn’t have my parents, I wouldn’t have anybody else, I’d probably end up alone and then, I’d die.  This happened when I was about eight and I freaked out about it for a good three years. Not until I became a teenager, I didn’t even start to accept it. I never really felt death to be that close until my grandma passed away. But in the end, I guess I started to see some beauty and release in death and I think that made it even more so, to become death-obsessed.” — Gerard Way