Lennon carefully folded the matchbook and stuck it into his pocket, thinking he'd give it back to Felix later. He nodded along to Edwin's prayer, thinking it sounded close to right, at least. "Eternal rest grant unto him, o Lord," he said softly, "and let perpetual light shine upon him." Even as a not very religious person, some things had never left him, and the words of a prayer for the dead came easily to his lips.
He took several steps away, half-turning to go but waiting for the others. Man, he wanted to be away from here and he wanted the longest shower ever. After that? He had no idea. One thing at a time.