"It's -- Claudius, this --" he can't quite articulate exactly what he's feeling, so instead he just grabs Claudius on either side of his head and plants a big kiss on his forehead. "Sweetheart, this is amazing. That's such an understatement, but -- ah!"

He won't have to bury Mercutio. He won't have to bury Étienne, or Sagramore, or Sunny, or Claudius, or anyone. If this works like Claudius seems to believe it will, he won't be cursed with outliving all of his loved ones anymore. Aornis' pathetic little funeral will be the last one he has to attend. Ever.