Official (Tag: Hades)
There was one thing, only one proper thing, to do with a corpse.
Zeus dressed for the occasion: black suit, charcoal shirt, gray tie, clean-shaven, and loafers that caught the sun with their shine. It was a closed casket burial, and Zeus did not arrange a service. No one else at the grave site was in attendance but he himself and a priest who said a few words from the Westerner's black book. Zeus snorted when the priest mentioned something about eternal reward, and earned a glare from the mortal. The King of the Gods smirked back. Eternal reward, indeed.
Hermes should have sent word to Hades for this. Hermes should have brought the 'invitation' to his brother. But the boy was gone off again, in his own irritating fashion. It seemed that even without his precious cap, Hermes had a way of making himself invisible whenever Zeus wanted him around. Irritating. Not enough for Zeus to care one way or the other. But still, irritating.
When the priest had made his arcane signs over the grave and spoken his arcane Latin - poorly, Zeus could add with some authority - he left Zeus at the grave. Mortal hands lowered the casket into the earth and Zeus himself dropped the first handful of dirt over the wooden box. It felt less satisfying than the King of the Gods wanted it to. In truth, nothing about this whole affair was satisfying. Wisest, perhaps, the way he had concluded the whole war affair... But hardly to his liking.
Dusting his hands absently, Zeus stepped back and watched as the workers began shoveling dirt into the grave. It would take some time for them to do it this way, but apparently they weren't allowed to bring their heavy machinery to the site while the "mourner" watched. It did lack a measure of style, Zeus granted. Heaving a sigh, Zeus waited until the workers were well into their labor, then finally did what he knew he needed to. By all the gods, this was the last conversation he wanted to have with his brother for a while.
"Hades," he grumbled under his breath. "A word in your ear."