A black pall, you know, with a silver cross on it, or R.I.P.—requiescat in pace—you know. That seems to me the most beautiful expression—I like it much better than 'He is a jolly good fellow,' which is simply rowdy.
Thomas Mann (1875–1955), German author, critic. Originally published as Der Zauberberg, Fischer (1924). The Magic Mountain, ch. 5, p. 185, trans. by Helen T. Lowe-Porter, The Modern Library, McGraw-Hill (1955).
Emblematic of Hans Castorp's mystical infatuation with death.