What happens to the fool will happen to me also. Why then have I been so very wise? So I hated life, because what is done under the sun was grievous to me, for all is vanity and a striving after wind.
If the very best we can hope for under the sun is getting this life right, then death brings a sudden end to whatever gain it provided us over those who got it wrong. There will be no consolation since right or wrong, it all ended the same. The end of a thing is more important than its beginning.