King Edguar lay concealed forever within his copper coffin, hastily engraved with his memoirs, trials, and his victories across its lifeless carcass. Soldiers, family, friends; Formans, Aramyans; all glued their hands together below their waists with firm posture and a head tilted downward at the god of the afterlife.
Every king received a funeral at dusk, a time for rebirth, upon a mountain -- the sun slowly brightened the mildly cloudy skies. Edguar had conducted his responsibilities, honourably, and his first son Tier Aram, his only offspring, stood by the cliff-side to complete the ceremony.
At the end of the long, strait path, beside Tier Aram, braced the tilted wooden platform for the coffin, which had at the base perpendicularly a short wooden shelf. Tier Aram would pull the rope attached, relieving Edguar of the mortal world.
In the distance: 'Alarum, a Hyak brigade!' Among the mourning soldiers, family, friends, their heads planted ever harder, eyes wandered to glimpse at arrow attacks.
The four strongmen under Edguar's tomb looked for reassurance in Tier Aram, who nodded humbly. They would maintain their speed.
Screams were heard, battle cries; this coincidence could only be too poetic: in death, fighting the Hyaks for time, to achieve his place in heaven.
A stray arrow flew into the procession, interrupting nothing, but piercing one of the strongmen.
This was the funeral of the aristocrats, atop a hill of heaven. And the temporary body of Edguar, placed at the tilted wooden board, waited. Tier Aram grasped the lever plainly, allowing the screams of far off soldiers to bounce through the air and allow the mourners a moment of collective breath.
He pulled the rope. The coffin slid down the wooden slope, transitioning to the rocky cliff-side, making the noises of wood splintering and copper scratching.
The force of the fall lurched Edguar's soul out of his body into true heaven, even while his real body fell upon the ground, of mortal heaven. No part was spared holy transition.