Pray for the repose of his soul. He was so tired.

The line reads like a brief epitaph: a request for prayer (a Catholic formula for the dead) paired with a stark, human explanation—exhaustion. Its emotional force comes from collapsing moral judgment into compassion: whatever the deceased’s faults, the speaker frames death as the end of struggle and fatigue. In Corvo’s typical register—where sanctity, scandal, and theatricality often mingle—the sentence can be heard as both sincere and faintly ironic, but its plainness resists ornament. “So tired” suggests not only physical weariness but spiritual and social depletion, implying a life lived under strain and a death that is, finally, rest.