"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
Yet with regard to the dead, there is but one recourse for us—the praise and narration that transmit their glorious achievements to all posterity.Liddell-Scott-Jones, s.v. οἴχομαι, sense II.1:
πρὸς δὲ τοὺς οἰχομένους ἓν ἡμῖν ὑπάρχει μόνον, εὐφημίαι τε καὶ λόγοι τὰ πεπραγμένα μετ᾿ ἀρετῆς εἰς ἅπαντα παραπέμποντες τὸν χρόνον.
of persons, euphem. for θνῄσκω, to have departed, be gone hence.Related post: Remembering.