My mother once told me a story that she heard from her mother - this story also featured in a mini series on DD in Telugu during my childhood called "Ganapati".
Sadhu smiling "Yes, vatsa. Death is inevitable. You cannot escape it".
"No Swami. We are all going to die at once".
"What makes you think so?".
"The sky cannot fall child".
"Why? Swami. If there is nothing supporting it, it has to fall one day or the other!"
"What Swami? What is it? Can I take a look at it? Do you know where it is? Which direction should I go? How far should I go? Please tell me Swami. I need an answer to this question".
"What Swami?"
"Take a begging bowl. Go to each house in the village and ask for alms. Ask for alms only once. If nobody responds, start cursing them in the vilest of terms and move to the next house."
"Ok, Swami. I will go right away".
Surprised, the boy had lunch there, rested for a bit.
Sadhu said smiling "see vatsa, these are the people who are stopping the sky from falling our heads. As long as such people exist, the sky will not fall".