...So live, Pardner, that when yer summons comes ta join        
That there trail drive, which moves              
Ta that mysterious realm, where each shall pitch        
His bedroll 'round the silent chuckwagon of death,        
Ya don't go, like some city dude at night,        
Scourged ta his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed        
By an unfaltering trust in yer riata and saddle, approach yer grave              
Like one who wraps his old sugans         
Around him, and lies down ta pleasant dreams.
                      -- Robert Louis "Slim" Kipling
                         Thanatopsis (last few lines)