"Well. It's about the only thing that I have left, these days. Makes sense that I'd want to keep my body mine."

Johnny tilts his head at Reynard, thinking through what little he knows about the man and what he's gleaned from their conversations. "But I notice that you didn't answer your own question, Reynard. I think... You'd be the type to prefer an old fashioned burial. In the earth, maybe the mountains? At the peak, of course." He taps the handle of the shovel and nods decisively. "And a simple headstone marker, or maybe nothing at all."

He pauses for a second then shrugs, ruefully. "Or you could want a giant snecking gold pyramid on a dying star with wine and women."