( A pause. ) As I have mentioned to one of your colleagues — I wish I were a man of spirituality. Or faith. Or otherworldly comforts. So that I might all the better advise how to care for them and proceed with those rites that give them and their survivors ease.

Regrettably, I am not. I would not know, purely for ignorance and no ill will, where to tell you to begin. But burial seems natural and earned and a kind thing. ( Laughter, bitter: ) Well. Burial. At sea, such as it can be.