Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989) Irish writer, dramatist and poet,
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Walt Whitman (1819-1892) American poet.
Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung.
Heraclitus (c. 535 BCE-c. 475 BCE) Greek philosopher.