Snoopy just wants some friends; it’s not his fault he takes so keenly to cold, inert precipitation creations. He is right to be wary, but awwww…life is risk and love is risk, so death must be like Sorry! or something, and that’s not as fun as the game of global domination, so lean into that snowman and feel the love and HE DID IT AGAIN! Never has an “Augh!” torn at the heart so viciously! Poor Snoopy.
All relationships, good bad or indifferent, end. Some quite unceremoniously. All we can hope for, indeed the very finest outcome we can dream for, is to have a carrot left over at the end.