Song For a Funeral

Amazing.
How much store we set on death.
After the soul has passed on and away
The body prepared to go down deep
Where the living have never been
Have never wanted to be, except for the rare few
What lies ahead,
After death?
After the body disintegrates
And time passes and people forget?
What happens, then, to the carefully preserved souls?
What happens to them, to us, for all is the one?
What happens to the one?