Once, as I was burying one of my dead selves, the grave-digger 
came by and said to me, “Of all those who come here to bury, 
you alone I like.”  
    
    Said I, “You please me exceedingly, but why do you like me?”
 
    “Because,” said he, “They come weeping and go weeping—
you only come laughing and go laughing.”