The Undertaker shrugged. "No medicinal purposes that I know if, although I've not had much time to make a study of it... yet." There was an eagerness in his voice; he definitely planned to study the bodies of anything he could get his hands on here.

He held the jar back up, letting the light filtering through the tree branches above illuminate the contents more fully. "It was its time to die. Lives ends. That's what makes them so meaningful."

He frowned. "Since we Heroes cannot die, we should have some reminder, should we not?"