Really only music, music of mourning and death, the music that gives you to understand that unhappy, unhappy, because you're alive. Eternal rest - is your goal, and the music of the dead will show you the way. The road to oblivion. The road to the cemetery, where everyone is equal, to which as many as five or six years will go to the relatives of playing in the desolation in relation to your mortal remains. Then forget about you completely on your grave grows a tree that will be pleased to good fertilizer - because it is the only thing that you really help your planet. On your grave prorzhaveet fence on your tombstone will be first to drink the local homeless people, and then it will carry off home grandmother to ferment cabbage. And a drunken guard cut down a tree for firewood and for a bottle of vodka to sell your overrotten ashes for burial new stuffed shirt. All back to normal - and a drunken watchman Wobbly gait go on the path of oblivion.