Has the shovel not compelled me to the hollowness of the sands, and deep down I start a new life of ease.. when alive,you curtailed me into the pleasures of life. But now am a ruffled up skin with worm holes to contend with. I was the chubby sort with a robust outlook but now am an outcast in this world. and that I seem to cherish. Why not wish death for this fellow for amidst the thoughts of life I toiled. The amusements of life are of ephemeral lenghts but I sure enjoyed mine to the brimmest. Death has they say is the ultimate price to pay just got mine done with. Now am all but conserved below.