Jack can imagine that, and it's... well, it's sad. Suddenly comprehending loss but not knowing what to do with it. He leans a little harder against his side, as if he can offer some comfort for past losses.

Then he starts rambling about death customs, because, well, Serph wants to know. "Well, some cultures bury their dead. Others burn them, or send them out onto the ocean on little boats. In parts of Asia they hang coffins from cliffsides. In almost every culture there is a celebration of the lost one's life, whether a happy one or a somber one. There is food, and company. Speeches, maybe. Gifts left for the dead, or given to the living left behind. Some cultures make little paper lanterns and send them out over the water of a lake or sea to show the spirits of the dead where to go, which I think is very beautiful. My own people, we have a day every year for the dead, where we celebrate them with parades and masks and little skeleton dolls."