Sutra of the Solitary Dead.

[veridian_knight]

There was a Corpse, and he died alone.
He stood and saw that none died with him.
None ever came here before it seems.
He stood at the edge of the end of all things, and tilted his head.
"It's very quiet here."

Many years he waited, and eventually, everyone else passed by that way.
His friends.
His family.
His lovers.
They all asked how he had manged all alone there without them.

"Eventually, loneliness dies," he explained.