Paco had barely made it to the funeral -- he'd had to insist at the top of his lungs, and even then the medical staff and Stacy had refused to let him travel under his own power and made him promise that he'd signal them if he felt even slightly light-headed or woozy. Tentacles had carried him up from the Medbay and settled him on one of the weird, fleshy chairs, but he was here.

He owed the dead that much. They deserved mourning, even if no one currently awake had known them. They were still people, sons and daughters and parents and lovers and friends...

He prayed quietly, blinking back tears so he could read the names Stacy displayed as she sent the dead to their final resting place.