"...Huh."

Pyotr finally breaks the intense stare, reapplying himself to his wine. After a moment he finally gives the verdict of, "I don't think I'll be doing that."

He passes no judgement on Daniil's decision. The celebrity thanatologist is dead; who is he to dictate how Daniil spends his afterlife? Maybe he'll even find some peace, out there in the weeds and dirt.

...Pyotr still thinks he'd rather stick with drinking.