Elven Death Rituals

In all my exploration I have seen all sorts of death dances but this one is truly magical. The Elves when they are living contribute their life to the magical means of the universe, the start of all magic. Even in the divided state the Elves honor all the deaths equally, for magic is the blood of life even if life isn't equal. Each burial starts the same way they prepare the body with strips of cloth they soak in a substance. This is the greatest kept secrete within the Elves as only certain people can know as an explorer they won't let me close enough to know this. After they gently wrap the body they place it on an alter the family builds for the special occasion. Once they alter is done and the body prepared, the family begins to sing the funeral song, the few instruments begin to play and this somber toon ends with the family lighting the alter and they pray looking into the sky. With the language barrier, I haven't been able to record the prayer or song but after the body is burned they bring out the most prized possession of the person and re-make it with the ashes of the deceased. In which they gather the remaining bone, the prized possession, and a single trinket of the family to bury in a grave.
I can never begin to describe the care and passion these Elves possess, but their race remains divided in life only to find peace together in the end. Well Capta's royal bury their dead in lavash tombs, the rest have build up a ritual to honor those. The people of Chronoro, say "The time for all to pass," yet they are afraid of death. The dwarves repurpose their dead, but the Elves view death as the next step to sustain lives and magic of the world around them. If only the world could learn how to truly come together in the end and bypass the separation of our own making.

To Elves the burial is more than the passing of someone...it's a way the living remain to feed off the magic in the world around them.  - Atlas Segtun

For you will never separate the Elves with their act of burial, for if one does they would soon forget with final strand holding this feeble civilization together. Once must keep them up at all costs for their future may soon depend upon upholding this final tradition.