Yom HaZicaron

A dead man speaks to his living friend, and all the living friend can do is worry that he no longer has the respect of the all-knowing dead. The living asks the dead, "Do you still look up to me now that you know what I really am?" The dead friend is not impressed by the contrived insecurity. The dead no longer feel awkward and have no sympathy for the worries of the fraudulent weak. The dead friend rebuffs the attempt at small talk. For them all speech is small talk.