“His friends mourn and weep, but he is at rest: he does not now feel the murderer’s grasp; a sod covers his gently form, and he knows no pain. He can no longer be a fit subject for pity; the survivors are the greatest sufferers, and for them time is the only consolation.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 7. Henry Clerval on the death of William Frankenstein.