" A man's bones aren't his will, not his alone. Bones are will, period. The him in them is on loan, but the will itself belongs to the cloud. It's in the cloud that we can see the truth: our bones are just dust in the shape of a person, but sooner or later, by water, by wind, or by time alone, all of us, all of them, all things below the Earth will just be—dust! "

― Gabrielle Squailia , Dead Boys