Dead (n.) have their lives judged without anyone troubling about them — and rightly, because they're dead.
Dead (n.) are light as air — that goes for common folk; a king, he's different.
Dead (n.) lack the prisoner's one advantage: he can still imagine he is being thought of.
Dead (n.) may be playing at it: what if we die and discover they are alive and simply playing at being dead?
Dead (n.) have no mercy: their grievances are time-proof, rancor without end — and in their eternal keeping your crimes have no reprieve.
Dead (n.) are everywhere one day a year: places are laid for them at every table, and the living huddle in corners to make room.
Dead (n.) don't count in politics: "I don't give a damn for the dead; I pursue a policy of the living for the living."