Elaborate burial customs are a sure sign of decadence.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

People think that by living on some mountainside in a tent and being frozen to death by freezing rain, they're somehow discovering reality, but of course that's just another fiction dreamed up by a TV producer.

Decline is also a form of voluptuousness, just like growth. Autumn is just as sensual as springtime. There is as much greatness in dying as in procreation.

Anyway, they took her body to McBurney's Funeral Home in Motley. They'll be planting her tomorrow.

Funerals are for the living, not for the dead.