So, let's get out there and find the fallen men...
Noooo! Not Dirk Mudbrick!
I return the brave guardian of the sheep to the earth.
Alas. Farewell Dirk Mudbrick. (Sniff.) You died as you lived: With a silly, silly name.
I make the rounds of the battlefield, burying other men with better names but lesser courage. Well, okay... their names aren't that much better.
Man, I loved him in that one show, "Star Trek: The Next Generatley."
I return and let Jon know that his men have been given the best burial that his 90 coppers can buy. Then we say our farewells.
No need to thank me, Jon. Not being fed to your second-rate pigs is thanks enough.