I have two rules when doing funerals: First, I only tell the truth to the dead; second, I never tell the truth to the living. "Shen Lian, what was the eulogy you recited to the charred corpse last night?" "My good deeds in my life, my family members express my condolences." "But in the surveillance, you were reciting the story of someone he killed thirty years ago." "Oh, because he is not a human." "... Then what is he?" "It's a god. If a dead god is not buried properly, something big will happen.
