Like a pied piper you lead them to destruction

You lead your fellow dead with a low warbleing call that the liveing cannot hear. They follow you. You lead them on a long journey. They follow you a few hundred strong, eating whatever, whoever they can along the way. You take them to a steep cliff and you walk off of it. Your body tumbles down to smash open on the rocks below like a rotten piece of fruit. They follow suit. A big pile of corpses all dashed together. This is your monument, your final statement.

The End