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Prose Nocturnes: Kith And Kin
The whole family gathered around me, all the deceased ones I had outlived, some I could not even hardly remember; some of them looking cadaverous, some of them (more ancient) rotten to the bone. I could not move---I could, then, only lay, and stare, as the stench of them filled my nostrils (although I could neither breathe nor gag), as they gathered around what I realized was my coffin, half raised from the grave (a pile of fresh dirty nearby): and then they screamed, in a screeching disonnance that sounded like the choirs of hell itself, "Welcome to death, welcome to death, welcome to all that is left of you, now you are one of, and belong to, us."
