Farewell, the Living: Fantasy

The interring of the living went smoothly, he thought, as he watched the living being pushed into their cryogenic tubes and tucked away in the formerly inhabited catacombs. The dead bore them no real malice--after all, these were their own descendents!--but the living had ruled for long enough. The dead deserved a small break from the boring work of keeping the spiders and worms occupied. So they rose up and forced the living out. A few of the living had decided to join the dead during the process, or had ended up so because of actions they took opposing the dead, and that was just fine. They'd ended up on the winning side, after all, and now they too could enjoy ruling the world. But now what was there to do?

Inspiration: Typing "interesting" into Google, having the clock tick over at "inter."
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Meh.