It hurts, doesn’t it? You miss your loved ones, but no one comes back. My other half misses his friend, but I know where she is. In the end, everything turns to Ash, ha. Humans are like mewling kittens in the dark, stumbling around until they bump into one of us, and think THEY have the upper hand. Wrong. Burn the bodies and torch the souls, everything turns to Ash. You are right, “OP”, the dead do not come back.