Washington National Cathedral
The day was somber, the clouds heavy with a threat of rain as if the heavens themselves restrained tears for the fallen. The American flag flickered like a flame at half-mast over the Capitol. Within Washington National Cathedral, the mourners had gathered before the star-spangled casket of Daemon Matthius. Gregory Rėza himself oversaw the formalities, his funeral service being employed by the federal government for the occasion. The disguised lich stood quietly in his exquisitely tailored suit, his hands resting on his cane. His cold, blue eyes surveyed the crowd of friends, families, political and military personnel all dressed in their finest black to hear the eulogies. Not a thing was out of place as was the master necromancer's design.
The priest took the podium to begin the eulogy. The crowd was quiet and austere in the formal setting. The man cleared his throat. "'If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.' I consider the words of Job in this time of tribulation and death as we gather here to mourn the passing of the vice president Daemon Matthius. Job was a man who knew suffering and it was he who said 'the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.' The Lord hath taken away a great man today, a leader. And our country is lesser for it. But Daemon Matthius' death was not an idle passing. He died on the front lines of a struggle for our freedom, fulfilling his post with his last breath. We will not forget his sacrifice and know that he has received his reward in the afterlife. Though we mourn the loss of the Daemon we knew, he has come into his change even as we one day will be restored to the glory of eternity." The speaker paused. "If you would join me, bow your heads for a prayer." His eyes closed, his head lowered slightly. "Father, we come to you today weary and hearts heavy. A part of our great nation has been ripped from us far too soon. But we do not linger in grief. We know your promises, oh Lord, that he is in a better place, and that we too may join him in paradise. Amen." With a slightly revived demeanor, the preacher spoke again into the microphone. "At this time we would like to open the mic to guest speakers to present their words of remembrance before the final procession."
He stepped from the podium and returned to his seat as the pre-screened invitees offered their eulogies.
[OOC: This is a bloody funeral, be respectful. No blowing stuff up. Formal attire is encouraged. It is presumed that any characters partaking in this RP as far as speaking have been pre-screened by the government and Rez's funeral service personnel for safety, content, and such to keep the affair orderly and official since this is a vice presidential funeral. Other than that, just about anyone is free to post.]