Some American psychologist asked a bunch of convicted murderers that question, and psychopaths usually answer "She hoped to see the man, again, at her sister's funeral."
Everyone else gets it wrong.
"The ninjas are the least of your worries." Pestilence hissed, with a tounge that could slice through steel, from atop his zombie-horse."My brothers are ready to ride."
May your joy pass horrifying lamentation
What is left of your lives endure eternal dread
Let the hungry be befalled by merciless starvation
Life expelled no compassion soon we are all dead
God spawned me to set the end free
After me nothing is meant to be
God spawned me to kill you all
I am world funeral