Isn't it Ironic,we speak truth,don't know it.Then dying then,we cherish time spent with others.?

All my life I said "That's my sh*t, get your own sh*t." Place my sh*t high so nobody messes with it. Yet, I've never see no one on a deathbed saying "If I could just kiss my car bye. The house...can't leave my house look how much it costs?". Death is always about our love for people. Yet, people always came in second compared to things. And a life of saying, "My Sh*t " means exactly what things are worth. Sh*t.