There are ghosts after all, then; death is not the ending:
the soul, like smoke, escapes from the funeral flame.

[Sunt aliquid Manes: letum non omnia finit,
Luridaque evictos effugit umbra rogos.]

Propertius (50-16 BC) Roman elegiac poet [Sextus Propertius]

Elegies, Book 4, Elegy 7, l. 1ff (4.7.1-2) [tr. Carrier (1963)]
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(Source (Latin)). Other translations:

The Manes are no dream; death closes not
Our all of being, and the wan-visaged shade
Escapes unscathed from the funeral fires.
[tr. Martin (1870)]

Yes; there are ghosts: death ends not all, I ween.
The lurid shade escapes the pile's rent thrall.
[tr. Cranstoun (1875)]

There are, then, such things as spirits: death does not finish everything, and the lurid shade overcomes and escapes the funeral pile.
[tr. Sheridan/Halhed (1854)]

There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all,
and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.
[E.g. (1934)]

Ghosts are realities; death not the end of all:
The wan shadow defeats the funeral pyre
And evades its fires.
[tr. Musker (1972)]

The souls of the dead are something: in death everything does not cease:
the pale shade escapes the pyre.
[tr. Batiushkov (1977)]

So ghosts do exist: death is not the end of all, and a pale shade vanquishes and escapes the pyre.
[tr. Goold (Loeb) (1990)]

There are such things as ghosts -- death does not put an end to everything, and a pallid shade escapes the defeated pyres.
(Source)

There are ghosts: death does not end everything,
and the pale shade escapes the conquered pyre.