ancestral pyre:

Using the bone of your ancestors I built this funeral pyre. Stepping back I watch the flames grow higher. I place your body amongst the flames. For you have tarnished my name. But before I do I ripped that cold dead heart from your chest. Placed it on my altar and recited the ritual of the blessed. Before that I placed you upon my table and tied you up. Took my knife and attached it to a cable. Pulled it back and let it go swinging like a pendulum at your chest. And then I took your life. Cutting through your veins I went insane on my darkest night. Now you have felt my pain. Justice is served upon my plate tonight.