We're all dead the moment we're born. Just, some of us get there faster than others.
In a world turned upside-down, where everything was wrong, bizarre, you could at least look up at the sky and see normality. Stars that shone regardless of who won a civil war, or who should or should not be a president. Their light was billions of years old. They didn't have a care..
After all, what more does a true genius want? The mind itself is the palace where all the real treasures, the works of art, the indulgences exist.