Stephen King. The long walk (№ 185)

Garraty thought about what will be in the deepest silence, in centuries of dust with closed eyes, seeing the endless, crazy dreams, lay centuries in a Sunday suit. Nothing will bother you - money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, love. Absolute emptiness. Neither father nor mother. The dead are orphans. An end to the misery of the walk, the end of the long nightmare, the end of this long road. The body finds peace and tranquility. The perfect darkness of death...