Eric's eyes finally found his wife. She was lovely inside and out. The perfect creature to stand by his side.
It was a strange thing to be asked, what kind of memorial. He hadn't had anything like a funeral since he'd been alive. No matter who came and went, they were marked by a period of solitary mourning, and nothing else.
Of course, he had not previously lost a progeny.
"I don't know." He said, honestly. "As a human, we did what all Vikings do. As a vampire, we have no such traditions."