Returning

A group of a dozen or so people walked in a straight line through a rocky pathway, led by a buff man at the front. They were all carrying various tools on their shoulders as they walked along.

They were unusually chattery this day, partly because they had just finished working, and partly because while they were working, the sun had decided to show its face.

"Ahh, what a wonderful day, isn't it?" one of them asked. "Look at the sun, look at the ocean, the gentle sea breeze. Ah~ it is to die for."

"Hey now, don't go dying just yet," one of the other men said. "We will only have to carry your body back."

"We could just dig right here and bury him, no need to take his body back," another one said.

"Oi! You all are looking forward to my death, are you?" the man shouted in an apparently angry tone, but everyone there was joking anyway, so he quickly end up laughing.

They all did.

All except the leader.