I've always wondered what you're doing here.
Like corpse-less coffins in the ground.
Flawless hand-carved lumber.
Free of death, free of deterioration.
This cemetary has ten-fold the coffins as it does bodies.
I would covet your status, however I have a purpose.
I carry a corpse, a burden, but in the end, you're the empty one.
But in the end, you're the empty one.
DENIAL.
I carry a corpse, a burden, but in the end,
You'll find our purposes are the same.
And you'll be the next to be stricken with the stench of death