[ He listens. And he opens his mouth to argue, then closes it again. ]

About right. The plan was drowning in a ditch somewhere. This shit- this shit at least might mean something. Tie up loose ends. Maybe- maybe undo the whole excommunication thing.

[ He doesn't give a shit where he goes, but his family deserve to be able to move on and rest in peace. And as long as all of them are excommunicated, they can't. ]

No conclusions about how you'd kill me yet? Or would you just leave me unattended to do it myself?