That is enough for the maggot's first establishment.

These causes of failure are avoided with a layer of sand about an inch thick.

Then the Bluebottle, the Flesh-fly, and other Flies whose grubs batten on dead bodies are kept at a proper distance.
In the hope of awakening us to a proper sense of our insignificance, pulpit orators sometimes make an unfair use of the grave and its worms.
Let us put no faith in their doleful rhetoric.

The chemistry of man's final dissolution is eloquent enough of our emptiness: there is no need to add imaginary horrors.

The worm of the sepulchre is an invention of cantankerous minds, incapable of seeing things as they are.