It ends all things.

Nothing will be left of me except the ashes, to which you will reduce my body, and what you call 'possession.' But even this can no longer belong to me after death, because I shall then be no more, and the idea of possession requires a possessor.

My estate, too, is now disposed of.

I have just been to the notary, and sixteen witnesses--neither more nor less--have signed my will according to the custom of this ceremonious country.

There, now, if you please, go before me, and let me stay here alone a little while.
Remember me to Daphne and the Pelusinians.