On a gentle slope on Hope Island, a group of dark-clad crew members stood in silence before a coffin that had been lowered into a pit.
Both new and old crew members were present, each holding a white flower.
Even Douknona and Frey, who hadn't appeared before Charles in a long time, were present. They bowed their heads, their faces heavy with grief. But even with them, the funeral was small, with barely more than twenty people in total.
The Doctor had made it clear before his death that he didn't want too many unimportant people at his funeral.
Dressed in a black formal suit, Feierbahah held a piece of paper and solemnly read the eulogy.
"During his time aboard, Mr. Rasto Herman was always the most responsible. He devoted himself to mending our spiritual wounds and freeing us from pain and illness. These tasks were daunting and arduous, yet our ship's doctor always found a way to accomplish them."
