2008 Update: Lacking a gathering place for heirs or a shelter from envy.
For every evil, there's a cure
For gluttony, drink in place of food
For Envy there's allure
For Sloth there's the reflective mood
For Lust, there's speech
For Wrath, a blow against the head
For Greed, there's reach
And for Pride, there is the dead.
Which is my way of wishing a happy birthday to the mouldering corpse of Ambrose Bierce.