"Dwarven for 'lie in peace', dwarven for 'don't bother the living', dwarven for 'may your beer be plentiful and cool, though that other part may not bee too difficult', uh, Dwaven end. May whoever your god is bless you, and hold your soul close - or not, if you are not into it."
Gideon wouldn't make a good cleric, and he wondered whether no priest was better than a bad one. 'Oh, bollocks.' he thought, and pushed a stone slab over the remains of the dwarf.
"Did I hear 'mine' along with a gloomy and foreboding 'no idea what might be living there'? If so, then a-smite we go!"