I tend to get overly dramatic with character funerals in my games.
Exhibit A:
Across town, standing in the autumn drizzle, the party, Gorgoldand, and a good number of Bree and Kryn's friends and family were standing about in the local cemetary. Their husks were given back to the earth as a high cleric of Ehlonna talked on about nature taking back what it has given. Tenchi and Dartan didn't really listen. They missed their friend.
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and, later in the campaign...
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The group somberly headed to the local cemetary. A local clergyman was waiting, alongside many of Poddleton's townsfolk. The entire Roughfoot clan was there, including Boulap, Melipp, Lebee, Sharvis, and of course Pappy. The clergyman performed his services, and Pappy stepped forward to say a few last words over his son.
"My boy Dekker. Seems not a half a year ago he was still runnin' around this town, here, with his little stick-sword, causin' all sortsa ruckus. Pokin' the local baker in the rear, 'slaying' tree stumps, skinnin' his knee just before laughing and skinnin' the other one. Now, his adventurin' lifestyle's taken him to an early end. I'd be a fool liar if I said I didn't feel heartsick and broken over his loss, but in truth, he wanted this. He lived for adventure. He never belonged to a life pushing a plow like his ol' Pappy, no more'n a bird belongs to the branch. He always told me that the end of his choosing would be to die defending his friends, with a sword in hand. He did just that. Probably saved the whole lot of 'em. He died doin' what he loved, and surely has joined Bree in the next world. That is why I will celebrate his life tonight. My boy did good. My boy did real good."
Pappy stepped back. Dekker was lowered into the earth and buried beside Bree. The weeping mourners left the cemetary. Only Fludo the faithful riding dog stayed behind, and remained there all day. That night he gave a howl to the dim Suns'ebb moon above.
By sharp contrast, a pretty lax funeral:
After some mourning, they brought him outside, a ways from the Temple. There, Angelique said some words over his body, and he was cremated. It didn't seem right at all- to die here, before a common enemy. He had things to do. He had an arch-enemy to slay. He had vengeance to wreak. Mallick's mind burned with the seed of an idea. He kept it to himself. Dartan watched the fires, and said "I just realized all my childhood friends are either dead or incapacitated."
Yessir, I like to slop it on thick like a fat man at a gravy bar when it comes to in-game drama. I... whoa. Fat man at a gravy bar. I've gotta use that one at least once daily from now on.