All good things come to an end

I've been to a funeral today and it was a very intimate and beautiful ceremony. He will be dearly missed and I honor his memory. I won't go into details because this thing with grief is very personal. <3

I remember talking to a friend of mine about funerals some years ago and what music we wanted to be played at our own ceremonies. Mine is All good things. His was Hallelujah. 

Flames to dust, lovers to friends. Why do all good things come to an end?