[He regrets this some. Richie's head cocks, and his eyes flit between the prone form in the pod and the bearded barbarian before him. Except what kind of self-respecting prehistoric lughead spoke like that?]

Well. Sounds like a hell of a funeral. I'm sure he'd be flattered. I would be.

[His lips purse.] No gods though, sorry. Just a couple of pretty powerful jackasses who don't want to lose a good investment. How, uh...you mind me asking how long ago it was? When he passed?