Edwin shook his head. "If he was, he never mentioned it. He didn't seem like the type to be, though." He watched the start of flames in the tinder, oddly relieved after it all that he'd at least gotten out of doing that part. "We should probably still say something. Uh... Shit, hold on." He closed his eyes, frowning as he tried to remember any sort of prayer, for the dead or otherwise. He hadn't recited one in years, but a little of it was still rattling around in his head.
"The lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He restoreth my soul... There's more, but I don't remember it. I'm not even sure that's right." He started to raise his hand to wipe away tears again, but lowered them again once he saw the red on them. "We shouldn't stay for this, we all smell bad enough as it is."