The Zamarons' space station really did keep coffins on hand. Orion generously sponsored the most luxurious one.
It was made entirely of metal, smooth to the touch, gleaming silver, corrosion-resistant and oxidation-resistant. Inside, it not only had refrigeration and preservation functions, but also came with rocket boosters and a music system.
There were plenty of coffins like this, but they had never been used.
They had originally been prepared for the Zamarons working on the station, but the station had been caught in the explosion of the Source Wall. Only Ara Hax had survived; everyone else had long since been flung into space.
The end result was about the same, anyway. A space funeral meant putting someone in a coffin and launching it into the cosmos from the outer-deck airlock.
Su Ming placed Jessica's charred corpse into the coffin. After thinking for a moment, he took out a bottle of liquor and put it inside before gently sliding the lid shut.
He stood beside the coffin in silence for a long time, as though he were looking through the little transparent window in the lid at the mummified face within.
The Black and Yellow Armor under the lights, coupled with the room's silent atmosphere, made even the temperature seem to drop.
Diana had not expected him to feel such a sense of kinship with Justice League heroes. She was even a little moved, and planned to go comfort Deathstroke and Barry so they could emerge from their grief.
But then Deathstroke turned to Orion and said, "This coffin has a sliding lid. Pretty fashionable, huh?"
Well, he had not been looking at the corpse at all. He had been looking at the coffin.
As she walked, Diana abruptly changed direction and rolled her eyes speechlessly. She only went to comfort