The day after the "laying-out" comes the actual funeral.
Normally it is held as early as possible in the morning, before the
rising of the sun. Perhaps while on the way to the Agora we have passed,
well outside the city, such a mournful procession. The youngest and
stoutest of the male relatives carry the litter: although if Lycophron's
relatives had desired a really extravagant display they might have
employed a mule car. Ahead of the bier march the screaming flute
players, earning their fees by no melodious din. Then comes the litter
itself with the corpse arrayed magnificently for the finalities, a honey
cake set in the hands,[6]
a flask of oil placed under the head. After this come streaming the
relatives in irregular procession: the widow and the chief heir (her
prospective second husband!) walking closest, and trying to appear as
demonstrative as possible: nor (merely because the company is noisy and
not stoical in its manner) need we deny that there is abundant genuine
grief. All sorts of male acquaintances of the deceased bring up the
rear, since it is good form to proclaim to wide Athens that Lycophon had
hosts of friends.[7]