How People Die II

I know how people die, how they age, become invisible, dimmed,  without importance.  No one sees them and they fade, have no voice,  only mouth words, no sound, they are neutered or spayed.  I know how the world views them  as having no  passion or desires, paling in the late afternoon, becoming wallpaper, an old Devan or lawn chair. A voice without influence. Insignificant. An old brown bag no one notices.  Then they die, often alone and become “the body” not even human really, just matter to be carved into perhaps at an autopsy or by the undertaker. No one cares for the aged, the sickly. Too much trouble, they talk to slow,  have memories no one can remember.