(I vote we get all of those letters, but that we also get them on our keyboards so I don't have to keep copying-and-pasting every time I want to use them.)
Mors omnia solvit. Nascentes morimur, Mors ultima linea rerum. Ortus cuncta suos repetunt matremque requirunt, Et redit ad nihilum quod fuit ante nihil.
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)