Found your body in the ruins of a large, dead village. I don't know who you were or why was your body discarded and headless in the cold ground of a place that was once full of life. The joys you knew, the times you had with the people you cherished now forgotten.
I took some rocks from the place you once lived at, and buried you next to a friend. May he keep you company in the afterlife. Rest in pieces, Pacerman. I hope your death was more meaningful than the life you left behind.
