Spending your ossified life as a depiction of a martyr was an honor for the righteous set. If I'd shuffled off, my corpse would just have been reanimated and I'd have stayed a servant, forever gathering tea cups and brushing stale crumbs off the dining tombs. And I wouldn't have been half as hot.
This is all to say: thank you for pulverizing the turkeys, Vanya. You're my travel-sized sexy hero.