The Tyrant's Tomb

There is no food here
Meg ate all the Swedish Fish
Please get off my hearse
I BELIEVE IN RETURNING dead bodies.
It seems like a simple courtesy, doesn’t it? A warrior dies, you should do
what you can to get their body back to their people for funerary rites. Maybe
I’m old-fashioned. (I am over four thousand years old.) But I find it rude not
to properly dispose of corpses.
Achilles during the Trojan War, for instance. Total pig. He chariotdragged
the body of the Trojan champion Hector around the walls of the city
for days. Finally I convinced Zeus to pressure the big bully into returning
Hector’s body to his parents so he could have a decent burial. I mean, come
on. Have a little respect for the people you slaughter.
Then there was Oliver Cromwell’s corpse. I wasn’t a fan of the man, but
please. First, the English bury him with honors. Then they decide they hate
him, so they dig him up and “execute” his body. Then his head falls off the
pike where it’s been impaled for decades and gets passed around from
collector to collector for almost three centuries like a disgusting souvenir
snow globe. Finally, in 1960, I whispered in the ears of some influential
people, Enough, already. I am the god Apollo, and I order you to bury that
thing. You’re grossing me out.
When it came to Jason Grace, my fallen friend and half brother, I wasn’t
going to leave anything to chance. I would personally escort his coffin to
Camp Jupiter and see him off with full honors.