"Oh no!" Gully sets down his arrow shaft work aside the steaming cauldron for wood warping and rushes to the party and their obviously dead comrade.
"Oh no, no, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen so soon!" Kneels and cradles the corpse of Random like a prodigal son. "The martyrs were to come in a few weeks, after when I finished the new placard and statuary niche in the chapel!"
"I need to talk with the head of the chapel for body preparation."
OOC: will check corpse for any informing marks, letters, religious icons, heraldry, petty cash on person for burial and memorial costs, and immediately have the party help transport the body to the town's chapel.
"Meanwhile, you who most recently knew him best in life, what do you know of him? Full name, any next of kin, last requests, heroic deeds... memorable words of wisdom?" The evangelizing spirit is building up again in Gully, like a sneeze.
"Those who give themselves to Sol's edicts for civilization are eternally rewarded in the Community's memory, both here and triumphant. Iä, rejoice! He shall suckle the viscuous eggs of the Ziz in glory among the blesséd and bathe in the spirited nectar of juniper juice! Iä!"
Shuddering awkwardly in ecstasy as the moment passes, he quiets a bit and listens to the party's reply...