Everything was grey. Everything was obscured, opaque, and he couldn't see anything but grey. It reminded him of his mother's hair, Míriel's hair, a silver color with the dull pallor that gave it the sorrowful gleam once light reflected upon it. It reminded him of so many things, from the ashes that replaced his body to the color of his sons' eyes, each and every one of them. He could almost see the outline of smoldering gazes, peering at him, but he's blind.
He's finally dead.
I'm finally dead.