Stulte hac nocte repetunt animam tuam, & quĉ parasti cuius erunt?
Ceste nuict la Mort te prendra,
Et demain seras enchassé.
Mais dy moy, fol, a qui uiendra
Le bien que tu as amassé?
Death finds the Rich Man at his pay-xable and seizes the money.
Death and taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them. - Margaret Mitchell