It has no choice. How could it work out any other way?
The question, then, becomes, "How must it work out?"
Well, destiny is death. It must work out that way. The taxes thing... pretty sure that was invented by a guy on Madison Ave (or more likely a girl on Madison Ave, and some guy took credit for her cleverness) back in the 1920s to "sell" the public on the then-new idea of the income tax. "Death and taxes! Yep. And smoke Lucky Strike because it'll get ya' laid!"
Things work out as they must. This is the most comforting and valuable thing I have realized in this lifetime, and -- most fortunately -- I realized it at a young age.