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.