Covered by but a few inches of earth, the dead can sleep their quiet sleep: no Fly will ever come to take advantage of them.
At the surface of the soil, exposed to the air, the hideous invasion is possible; aye, it is the invariable rule.

For the melting down and remoulding of matter, man is no better, corpse for corpse, than the lowest of the brutes.

Then the Fly exercises her rights and deals with us as she does with any ordinary animal refuse.

Nature treats us with magnificent indifference in her great regenerating factory: placed in her crucibles, animals and men, beggars and kings are 1 and all alike.
There you have true equality, the only equality in this world of ours: equality in the presence of the maggot..