Phoenix Maplewood death becomes us all

She smiled, happy to speak of home, of her customs. 

"With my people, the women are the ones who do such things. A burial takes three days. 
On the first day, we sing songs, and we drink and feast in the dead's honor. The body is washed, and bathed in herbs and surrounded by flowers. That is because Persephore is a flower Goddess, and also the queen of the dead. A token is left in the mouth of the fallen so they may pay Charon, the ferryman who travels across the river of the dead. Instructions are whispered in the dead's ears to get to Tartarus." 
She smiled softly at the Memories of the funeral that had been held for her sister. 
"On the second day, the body is laid out, for family and friends to gather and mourn. Prey was killed and left beside them, so that Hades counts their wealth. Everyone gathers and Howls." 
She pauses, so that he can comment if he so wished. 
"And on the third day they are buried. Herbs such as rosemary are laid on top to hide the stink. Their mates chew their legs till they bleed as a symbol of mourning and sacrifice."