The Grave (n.) gives the guilty no rest: Scripture is wrong that there is no remembrance there — "I shall remember her."
The Grave (n.) holds no recollection, not even of God, so the one who knew this recollected God while he lived.
The Grave (n.) is pictured by the weary as the one cool place, the one bed, the quilt of green grass the quiet man cannot throw off, where consciousness waits outside like a breeze in the trees.
The Grave (n.) is no hiding place for an immortal: you cannot slip out of God's hand into it and pretend it doesn't matter.
The Grave (n.) is where all need equally little, whether owned outright, leased for a hundred years (strange contradiction) or fought for even in death.