As I watched 'Hamlet' with sir Derek Jacobi, I listened again to that Buddhist-like stuff.
'Alexander died, Alexander was buried,
Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of
earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he
was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw!'
So drink something good to remember Alexander the Great (who drank before you).