

(et passim)
'Every third thought shall be my grave' (Prospero, The Tempest, Shakespeare)

'Alas...I knew him...'
PS I nearly forgot, it's not only humans who die...
blood relations
take a butchers
abattoir
the final solution
Not to mention those insignificant insects...
snuffed it
insecticide
it seems to be a Fact of Life...
'Twas ever thus:

