Ah deserve....  The notion of deserved and undeserved is a fancy.  Knowing both life and death, we endeavor to impose worth and meaning upon our deeds, and thereby to comfort our fear of impermanence.  We choose to imagine that our lives merit continuance.  Mayhap all sentience shares a similar fancy.  Mayhap the Earth itself, being sentient in its fashion, shares it.  Nonetheless it is a fancy.  A wider gaze does not regard us in that wise.  The stars do not.  Perhaps the Creator does not.  The larger truth is merely that all things end.  By that measure, our fancies cannot be distinguished from dust.