To the entropy demons that claimed the souls of the Ordovician, Permian, and Triassic, and to the great Thyreophoran diety above I cry out, "It is finished. Into the floodplain I commend my spirit. Fossilize me that I might become immortal."
All fled, all done, so lift me on the pyre.
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
--Robert E. Howard