Death and mortality equalize humanity like nothing else.

There is no wealth, no skin pigmentation, and no status in our dried bones and decaying flesh.

In the grave, no matter how ostentatious the stone is, above our heads, we are equal.

" For he sees that even the wise die;
the fool and the stupid alike must perish
and leave their wealth to others.
Their graves are their homes forever,
their dwelling places to all generations,
though they called lands by their own names.
Man in his pomp will not remain;
he is like the beasts that perish."