Life is a farce, and should not end with a mourning scene.

The dead are often just as living to us as the living are, only we cannot get them to believe it. They can come to us, but till we die we cannot go to them. To be dead is to be unable to understand that one is alive. 

I think it makes small difference to the dead if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All this is an empty glorification left for those who live.

Under the wide and starry sky, / Dig the grave and let me lie.

A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest.

Death renders all equal.

I imagined it was more difficult to die. 

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.

I doubt that we have any right to pity the dead for their own sakes.

I looked and there was a pale green horse! Its rider’s name was Death, and Hades followed with him.

Epitaph, n. An inscription on a tomb, showing that virtues acquired by death have a retroactive effect.

I order that my funeral ceremonies be extremely modest, and that they take place at dawn or at the evening Ave Maria, without song or music.

Let my epitaph be, “Here lies Joseph, who failed in everything he undertook.”