Light be the earth upon you, lightly rest.
To generous souls every task is noble.
The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.
The best of seers is he who guesses well.
I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.
In this world second thoughts, it seems, are best.