Bid your blessed dead a fond farewell, remembering that we hold them always in our hearts! Appease those who drowned in the great flood! Make the porridge of all grains, all seeds and honey for Chthonic Hermes and the souls he guides! Smear pitch on your door and chew buckthorn! And don’t forget to say the words, “Thuraze Kêres, ouket’ Anthestêria!”