To accept or not accept one's shitty lot?
Accept, meaning not to waste precious
energy fighting what comes naturally.
Death.  Pain.

To make sure it never happens again, to
someone else?

And what about those . . . those that think
they can shit on their brothers and sisters and
the environment and then either repent on
their death bed and become saved in heaven
or escape hell on Earth by just rotting in their
stinking grave?

Maybe the atheists were right.  Our heaven
and hell are right here on Earth.  So look
after it.

Maybe the religionists were right, too.  Your 
conduct on this Earth does have bearing on
your existence after the grave.  So look after
it.

And maybe, just maybe, the infinitist was
right when he said "Can't escape to heaven,
can't escape to the grave.  Better behave."