I don't see the beauty in that. It doesn't strike me as particularly more beautiful when a 90-year-old dies than when a 9-year-old dies; both missed out on an eternity of potential future experiences. And that's not even counting the ill health and decrepitude for decades leading up to death.

There may be some meaningful and even poetic aspects to death, but there is nothing desirable about it that isn't vastly outweighed by the desirability of avoiding it.