Death is a dead end. It's an edge or an outline. It's the point beyond which you can't go.
In each set of linked slivers, there's one sliver that could be thought of as death.
Actually, though, there's no such thing. You cannot subjectively perceive death. It may only objectively be observed by or for others.
Death is but the loss of equilibrium.
Begin with the concept of the art gallery at the centre of the universe. To those of us living, most of the objects on display are simply gibberish. They consist of white noise (to our ears at least). They do no make sense. But that's only according to our bias. As living beings, we expect to see life go on in a steady state of equilibrium. We are prejudiced in the way that we view our living world.
When slivers flow according to the laws that support the world as we know it, then we are content. Living within the boundaries of those rules, we thrive.
Other sliver combinations make no sense to us. They lead us nowhere.
However, anything can happen. Everything does, in fact, happen (it already has). Or, to put it differently, so that we don't invoke a sense of time, everything that could exist does.
From this instant, everything that could happen to you has already occurred. Those possible futures all exist. You could be dead the very next instant according to an infinite variety of aneurysms, accidents, crimes, and karmas. There are probably more ways for you to die at any instant than there are ways to continue living. But here's the trick: you are not aware of them. You cannot be aware of them, because in those states of death you are not who you would have to be so as to be self-aware of that condition!
And so you continue, one knife-edged future (out of a multitude) after another, unaware of having narrowly escaped any number of deaths. You are also unaware of the multiplicity of other pathways that you could have taken.