I do not know, but I do know that Shakespeare had it back to front. He has Mark Anthony say "The evil men do lives after then, the good is oft interred with their bones" but in the case of my dear ones, the good lives on in the memory of the many people who were touched by them in life. The love that they generously bestowed is handed down, generation to generation, friend to friend and neighbour to neighbour and spreads out like morning ripples on a pond.
I waste no time thinking about my own death because I totally agree with the bard when he wrote,
"Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come."
As for imagery of death, I really like JRR Tolkien's depiction of the Elves journeying slowly to the Grey Havens where a boat is waiting to transport them over the horizon, to be seen no more. It is a solemn journey that involves separation and loss but that contains also the promise of an end to suffering.
Strangely, as I write these words, my eyes are watering involuntarily.