it's kinda corny, but... this song struck home with me. i'm thinking it's not to be misinterpreted- i don't 'read' it as "no regrets" (which i've always believed to be bull shit of the highest order) but instead of finding peace...
there are two ways of not giving a shit about anything anymore- one way constructive and the other destructive. the destructive way is obvious, but the constructive way is not near so easy- it only comes with peace and realizing you've done well not only for yourself and loved ones, but others from a five degrees of separation vantage as well. i can't define, but this song makes it easier to imagine, a peace where you rest knowing all is well and concern is something that's a waste of time. i wager that's the brass ring that is damn near unobtainable- but worthy of attempt.
the thing about death is the finality of it- again, not in the obvious sense but in the manner that everything a person was, which was fluid and could change at any moment, get's chipped in stone and forever recorded- almost like a reference from that point forward... an example would be asking someone here something and not knowing what the response is going to be, as opposed to thinking about how a person who has passed would respond... the deceased have written their book and it's a matter of record. the finality of the deceased leaves little room for guessing. i guess i'm saying that a story isn't complete until it's read from beginning to end- too much can change in the final chapters to
know the record, but that isn't true for a complete story... the song, i'm thinking, describes a dream or ambition of parting with the comfort of knowing you're story is inspirational instead of foreboding to the observer. it's said lives are futile like individual grains of sand on the beach- but the same analogy is countered by saying each of those grains has a direct impact on the position of those adjacent, meaning the shift on a far flung beach, however slight, is measurable on some scale. these passing's, both those expected and records complete as well as those abrupt and startling hardly providing definition at all, each and every one have that shifting effect and each are equally important. there is no vain in or of life- it's just the stories vary and shift us to the purpose they were intended. if that is good or bad is a matter of perspective, i reckon.
further corny: i've posted at every gate into my mental control center a ghost as sentry- and the approach and concept this song presents slipped right past them.
VIDEO https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFGs7HP15d4 
