The dead do not know anything.
The memory of them has been forgotten, for they have been cast out of the world to forever lie in their comatose state.
Their love, their hatred and their envy have vanish away.
They do not have anymore reward or anything tangible to share.
Their pantomimes of how they once behaved, have created a void for those who dare to remember them.
When they were alive; they knew they were going to die; but now that they are dead, those who remember them refuse to honor them, for they knew who they once were
These incognitos dealt with the sting of death in their own way.