The Undertaker tsked. "Dogs? That will not do at all." He pressed one black fingernail into the swordsman's chest, then stepped back to give him a proper once-over.

"Hmm~mm, cremation, then. Spartan, perhaps, but not without dignity. I'll see it done." His face became serious. "Your funeral is the last and greatest celebration of a human life. It must be done properly." He pulled a little pad of paper from within his black clothes and jotted down notes. He'd know every Hero's last will and testament if he had his way.