The Dead.

The Dead.

The dead, worry not that taxes go up.
The dead, care not about love or competition.
The dead, hate not nor wish ill upon anyone.
The dead, have given up all they ever had and will have nothing nor want.
The dead, know not hunger sickness or chills.
The dead, shiver not on winters nights nor perspire in summer.

When living they enjoyed all this, and 'tis said, would surely
exchange their rest to once again feel even pain or hunger.

But then there is only one way to find out for sure.