It does n't need it.
It can go without it.

Don't you see?
And it's singing--listen!--it's singing as it goes.

It WANTS to go!" "Yes, David." And David's father had sighed with relief that his son had found his own explanation of the mystery, and one that satisfied.
Later, in his books, David found death again.

It was a man, this time.
The boy had looked up with startled eyes.
"Do people, real people, like you and me, be dead, father?
Do they go to a far country?
"Yes, son in time--to a far country ruled over by a great and good King they tell us." David's father had trembled as he said it, and had waited fearfully for the result.

But David had only smiled happily as he answered: "But they go singing, father, like the little brook.