With what a rattling noise the drop went down; and how suddenly they changed from strong and vigorous men to dangling heaps of clothes! (52.17)
Once again, Dickens whacks us over the head with the idea of clothes. Once the individual in them is dead, all you’re left with is clothes? What, the dead body disappears, Yoda-style? No, but once the person is dead, all social rank and status is completely done away with – death is the ultimate social leveler, so all you’re left with are the clothes, which, as Dickens as shown us earlier, are only a superficial marker of social distinction, anyway.