West had taken his self imposed duty as wake officiator seriously, and he was dressed in black robes (well, he had regular clothes underneath but that wasn't the point) and a book under his arm. He'd been really careful CHOOSING a book, it had to be one that carried the right sort of weight. The kind of book perfect for celebrating life and death, but also one that was.... catcentric.
Ahem.
He went over to Blue and reached out to pat her shoulder consolingly.
"So... who's gonna do the honours and dig a hole?" He asked the group at large.