As the boat floats away from the shore, the spectators mourners all step up, each next to a small fire with an arrow with a red-hot head inside. The mourners nock and loose their arrow, shooting at the oil-soaked boat, lighting it immediately as the glow of the flames dies down, the mourners sit and meditate, thinking on their memories with bean, once the light is gone, and all is dark once more, Dii whispers, "farewell, my friend, may you find your place in the Tranquiline Halls."