Dialogues of the Dead (30.2)

But not, methinks, the handsomest that has come to the lower world; your bones are no different here, and your skull can only be told from that of Thersites, by its brittleness. Your skull is fragile and unmanly.

But just ask Homer what I was like when I was fighting in the Greek army.

You talk of dreams; I of what I see, and of your present state; your past is only known to the men of that time.

Then, Menippus, I’m not handsomer here than he is?

Neither you nor anyone else is handsome here. In Hades all are equal, and all alike.

That’s good enough for me.