"I'll help you deal with the deceased if you like," Kevin said, piping up. "If you don't mind, I mean. Not to sound morbid or anything, but it is a bit fascinating, really, plus I'm pretty good with a knife." He thought for a moment. "He was English, right? Most likely Church of England then, or nothing. But I suppose last rites can't hurt," he said, nodding to the priest. "Hell, at this rate, probably wouldn't hurt to draw a bloody pentagram and sing Hare Krishna if it'd help."
"Anything else, just let me know where you want me." He sighed. All he wanted was to cook. He'd never planned on suddenly having to run the bloody ship.