With bony hands I hold my partner
On soulless feet we cross the floor
The music stops as if to answer
An empty knocking at the door

I thought your skin was sweet as mango
When last I held you to my breast
But now we dance this grim fandango
And will four years before we rest.

(Grim Fandango)

I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld.
When I die they will put my body in a box and dispose of it in the cold ground.
And in all the millions of ages to come I will never love, or breath, or twitch again.

So won't you run and play with me among the teeming mass of humanity? The universe has spared us this moment.

(Alpha Centauri)