The group gathers around a coffin draped with a decorated shroud.
Reyna: We are gathered here today, not just to mourn the dead, but to embrace the living
Annabeth: It was a truly tragic event
Frank: Taken from us too soon
Percy: We'll always remember you
Hazel: How could this happen?
Piper: It’s because he was the only straight white guy
Leo, sniffling: Eh
Nico: Did you see the bromances he had?
Piper: You might have a point
Hazel, patting the coffin: It was the whiteness that killed you
Frank: If only you'd been slightly more racially ambiguous
Percy: You coulda made it
Reyna, muttering to herself: Why did I put you all in charge of this?
Ghost Jason: Guys, I'm right here.
Leo: Sometimes I can still here his voice going "Yapa, yapa, yapa"
Nico: I can still feel his presence in the room
Jason: Guys!
Annabeth: Shh, you're interrupting the funeral
Jason: It’s my funeral!
Percy: We're grieving here
Jason: Are you?
Reyna: You have to understand, this is an odd situation
Leo: Yeah, dude. You're literally lying there. Dead.
Piper: But now you're also here as a ghost
Hazel: The mourning process is complicated, take it from someone that also died
Frank, holding up a flaming torch: Do we burn you now?
