The funeral was short. As was my patience.

They say a dead man tells no tales. But Goddamn my parents. Buncha Horse lovers. I seen what they done to this land. Ressurecting beasts of burden. piece of Shit.
I was buried without my [hat] and as they closed the coffin lid I could make out the soft brown color of my bowler on the massive prick of my noble steed.
How ignoble ye did look now.

Vengeance.