Sorrow fell on Achilles like a cloud. He swept up the dust with both hands, and poured it over his head and smirched his handsome face, till the black dirt stained his fragrant tunic. He tore his hair and fell flat in the dust, grand in his grandeur. Antilochos had taken the hands of Achilles and stoop weeping beside him, while he moaned heavily; for he feared Achilles might put the steel to his own throat.
Homer, the Iliad - How Achilles received the news of Patroclus’ Death
There is a dead man who lies by the ships, unwept, unburied:
Patroclus: and I will not forget him, never so long as
I remain among the living and my knees have their spring beneath me.
And though the dead forget the dead in the house of Hades,
even there I shall still remember my beloved companion.
his username is patroclus. his password is also patroclus.