For my part, I find the death of Pompey the Great and the events leading up to it almost unbelievably poignant. And so memorable, you never forget them.
Starting with Cornelia's lamentation to Pompey, before you married me you had 500 ships now it's my fault, I have been decreed to bring about the ruin of Pompey.
And his answer to her: "It behooves us, who are mortals born, to endure these events, and to try fortune yet again; neither is it any less possible to recover our former state than it was to fall from that into this."
Think of all the formerly famous and rich men of our own age who fell. Just in the last year. Does Pompey deserve this? Has he cheated hundreds of people of their money? IS this Pompey's fault? He says it's the Fates, it's Fortune. I tempted fortune and now I have to endure. He's not blaming anybody. He's steadfastly "just keeping swimming."
He's sanguine about it.
And brave.
And what's the result?
Probably one of the most poignant scenes of antiquity: the formerly famous great general of 500 ships now in a rowboat approaching the shore of Egypt where he does hope to find help, with his wife and children watching:
Nearing the shore and seeing it not covered by a royal welcome but crowded with soldiers. Seeing the few fishing boats approaching in welcome instead of what he expected or hoped for, a Royal ship. Even if he wanted to turn back now he could not, and he will not give them an excuse for turning on him. Imagine Cornelia's distress at seeing this, she obviously loves him. She is lamenting his death as he says goodbye because she sees what is coming.
"I am not mistaken, surely, in believing you to have been my former fellow soldier." He reaches out and when he only gets a nod, just keeps swimming, reading over his address to the boy king. He steadfastly keeps up hope when possibly a lesser man would have turned back.
What, ultimately, I wonder, does his death say about him? And about all men.
And he, too, just like Caesar, took up his robe about his face, and "neither saying nor doing anything unworthy of himself, only groaning a little, endured the wounds they gave him."
And died in his 59th year, the day after his birthday.
What a privilege it is to be able to read such a thing and to enter into the last minutes and hours of a great man's life.
Why, do you suppose, Caesar cried when he received Pompey's seal?
What a pitiful end, and how Philip gathered up the remains, wrapping it in his own shirt, finding some pieces of fishing boat, and making a funeral pyre with one of the old soldiers who considered it an honor to help.
Obsequies were extremely important to the Romans. For Pompey's remains to lie unheralded in death was the worst insult. Did Pompey deserve it?
Is the moral of this story "Sic transit gloria mundi:" (known today often as "sic transit...") Thus passes the glory of the world? Lo, how the mighty have fallen?
Did Pompey deserve this? Why did Caesar cry? We don't hear of too many instances of Caesar crying, this poignant scene 2000 years later makes me almost want to cry.
And what happened to Cleopatra's brother the boy king Ptolemy? AND the main adviser Theodotus?
The stories of the fall of the mighty continue to fascinate us in 2011 and this is one of the most poignant in history, right up there with Cicero, Caesar, Crassus and many more. What's the lesson we need to learn from it?
Does it make a difference how a man dies?