People man. Each stilled body so certain they were more than the sum of their urges, all the useless spinning, tired mind, collision of desire and ignorance. But heck as long as they have something to "do".
Donderpants You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry rig of presumption and dumb will. And people do these mind numbing chores to make them feel like their lives have some value. That through activities like this you'll be fulfilled, whatever the f*** that fuckin' empty jar to hold this sh*t storm. Nothing's ever fulfilled, not until the very end.