The last mournful notes of the Star Spangled Banner play from the throat of a single trumpet, and after a short pause, the heart wrenching notes of Taps echoes across the field of earthen tombs.
No magnificent procession here, no next of kin to cast a rose on the graves, but followed only by the utter stillness of death pervading the empty landscape without even headstones to mark the passing.
The warnings were given but were carelessly cast aside in the selfishness of the moment. The long illness preceeding death was well documented and attended, but the good doctors also own majority stake in the funerium and graveyard. Dr's Mengele and Kavorkian were Chief Attending Physicians and the prognosis occurred before the patient even fell ill.
All that's left is to break the teeth of the corpses, pry out the gold, and then quickly kill the remaining heirs of fortunes. Celebration rings from the God forsaken hearts of the wicked masters of deceit as the fetid stench of death wafts through their seat of power in a nauseous wave, and 'Not A Shot Was Fired'.