We drift down time, clutching at straws.

But what good's a brick to a drowning man?

Don't give up, we can't be long now.

We might as well be dead.

Do you think death could possibly be a boat?

No, no, no… Death is… not. Death isn't. You take my meaning.

Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being.

You can't not-be on a boat.

I've frequently not been on boats.

No, no, no – what you've been is not on boats.

Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, 1967.