He died a little bit inside when he gave his body away. Desires filled him, while guilt was beside him. He gave it no thought, until he wasted away. Then it was far to late. The wind blew cold all around him, and there was no one to save him. He wished inside he hadn't relied upon so many to live his life. He had to ask himself: "what is this thing, existence? And how should I have gone about it?"