“Because I could not stop for Death” is a really depressing Emily Dickinson poem about being caught between Eternity and Immortality.
And I think she may have been writing about the Celtics.
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
Now, I have no idea what any of this means, but it seems like we’re hanging out in a carriage when Death comes and asks if we want to give up yet, to which we reply we do not.