A premature death does not only rob one of the countless instances where one would have experienced pleasure, it also saves one from the innumerable instances where one would have experienced pain.

The death of a billionaire is worth more to the media than the lives of a billion poor people.

An expensive coffin does not decrease the deceased’s chances of going to hell.

During a funeral, the corpse receives way more affection, love, or attention, from some people, than was ever received, from those people, by the person the corpse used to be.

Funerals are a constant reminder that chasing most of the things we are chasing is an embarrassing way to spend a portion of our lives.

We are surprised not by someone’s death but by its cause or date.

Most human beings would have never been pained by the death of a human being if they had never seen a human being or pretending to be pained by that.

We the living are to blame for the painfulness of being dead.

Most of us cling to life as if our existence were a result of our deed or choice.