Yes, life technically ends in death, but that's the beauty of it. All great things must come to an end. The narrator began to see how death was inevitable. He saw the chill of death in his son, which led him to realize that it is the same chill his father saw in himself when he was younger. In the last two sentences he says, "I saw him wince slightly as he pulled the small, soaked, frozen garment up around his bowels. As he fastened the bulging belt, my groin suddenly felt the cold of death." (White). This to me means that death is considered a form of end. For every ending there is a beginning, and that "chill of death," which White describes may be the warmest breeze we humans will ever have.