eventually you get sick of the graveyards you visit
so you build new ones
this cycle goes on and on
gradually you leave the rituals
that kept you alive
alive just to mourn the dead
is no way to live.
with respect for the good ones gone:
let them fly. they have wings. they are the light in all things.
and for the rest of them:
let the dead bury the dead
listen to the soil
doing the job you thought was your own.