You drag your bones accross the earth like everyone who dragged theirs first. A speech, a prayer, a stone to read, a wooden case for worms to eat. Corpses met with Hallmark afterthoughts... Apparently they're sorry for the loss. It's sad but true and tough for you. Your brain's synaptic buzz is through. Exist to die and still live on to haunt the ones who done you wrong. 20 grams of weight and the soul's escaped you're coming back a duck or an ape.