You are the dead. It was behind the telescreen. Stand back to back in the middle of the room. Make no movements whatsoever. And by the way, while we're on the subject, "here comes a candle to light you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!"
We will meet again in the place where there is no darkness.
Thoughtcrime does not entail death. Thoughtcrime is death.
Pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the Black Flag...