Shiri remained knelt, her head covered with a long white veil with very delicate black thread work patterned on it. She had made it for this particular occasion when the memorial was announced. White had been the color of death, amongst other things, in their time and black had overcome it in the present.
It was a rare day to see a necromantic god perform a ritual to cast off a person. Rarer still for a king to see off a king. It was that novelty and that intellectual curiosity that kept her tears from streaming down her pale face. Her pink eyes were merely wet with unshed tears.
For now.
But she had something to say. She had something to do to send her father off in her own way and in her own heart and so she drew to her feet from being knelt down and approached the flames. Hades had stepped aside when he had finished and she watched as the reds and the oranges almost seemed to dance along the wood as it burnt... It would have been beautiful if she didn't know who was inside of the casket.
It wasn't just the dance of the flames that caught her either, she could hear their melody and the harmony they made with the smoke and the lingering incense. She heard it all and nodded. Very well. The pyre had picked the song.
With that, Polyhymnia, singer of the hymns, began to sing a hymn to Zeus. The final hymn for Zeus.
Only when she was done and her beautiful voice silenced with its end did her tears begin to fall and she covered her face with the length of her veil as she returned to her seat.