Personally I envy the dead.
They have lived and seen the world as it will never be seen again. Never will eyes see the Paris of the Orient, Cabarets in Weimar Germany, the first roar of an Aeroplane overhead, Victorian shadows moving through the fog or untainted eastern woodlands. Sure there are glimpses and shadows of these things, but they will never be as they once were.
I envy the dead, for what they have seen, and how they have lived.