If you’re dead, you're dead, so who cares.

You are either alive and proud or you are dead, and when you are dead, you can’t care anyway.

When you are dead, you don't know that you are dead. It's pain only for others. It's the same thing when you are stupid.

When you're in bed, you're dead

The only time you were safe was when you were dead.

Remember, when you are dead, you do not know you are dead. It is only painful for others.
The same applies when you are stupid.

'But what happens when you die?' 'You’re finished with,' Enderby said promptly. 'Done for. And even if you weren’t – well, you die then, gasp your last, then you’re sort of wandering, free of body. You wander around and then you come in contact with a sort of big thing. What is this big thing? God, if you like.'

If you don't take risks, you're already dead.

If you are not mine, then you are dead.

One who is about to die is really dead already and being so, exist no longer

Everybody loves you when you're dead. Everyone is suddenly your dearest friend. Nobody talks no dirt about you. But life, it just goes on above your head, when you're dead.

When you die, you die. You don't think which is a better way to die.

To find out actually what takes place when you die you must
die. This isn't a joke. You must die - not physically but
psychologically, inwardly, die to the things you have cherished and
to the things you are bitter about. If you have died to one of your
pleasures, the smallest or the greatest, naturally, without any
enforcement or argument, then you will know what it means to die.
To die is to have a mind that is completely empty of itself, empty
of its daily longing, pleasure; and agonies. Death is a renewal, a
mutation, in which thought does not function at all because thought
is old. When there is death there is something totally new. Freedom
from the known is death, and then you are living.

You are dead- what am I speaking to?