One of the things that came to mind was a movie I watched back in high school called "Death Be Not Proud." You can watch it on the Internet if you desire. I did just a few months ago. The title of the movie is based on a poem by John Donne by the same name, yet the movie did not have the same hope. Rather than recount the movie, here is the poem:
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
John Donne, 1610