Thirty thousand years ago a group of aging primates sat around a fire one night. There were three Homo Sapiens and a Neanderthal. The young ones were asleep. The area wouldn’t be called France for a long time.
Three of them were mourning the loss of an old friend. They didn’t speak English, but basically it was, “She’s gone to a better place “
One of the Homo Sapiens, the one who looked a lot like you, didn’t say anything. This one just nodded, not wanting to spoil things for the others.
And thought without speaking, “It’s not totally certain anyway, right?”