I’m doomed to die, right? Why should I care if I go to Hades either with gout in my leg or a runner’s grace? Plenty of people will carry me there.

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

Death renders all equal.

I do not amuse myself by thinking of dead people.

When a man dies, and his kin are glad of it, they say, “He is better off.”

We and the dead ride quick at night. 

There is no man so fortunate that there shall not be by him when he is dying some who are pleased with what is going to happen.

The life of the dead consists in the recollection cherished of them by the living.

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

I don’t believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.

Anyone who’s never watched somebody die is suffering from a pretty bad case of virginity.