Character: Gimli, et al
Source: FotR!movieverse… maybe?
Disclaimer: Tolkien made it all, and it is his… and New Lines’
"There’s an art to these arrangements," grumbled Gimli, searching his pack, "Don’t they understand?" He found the errant bone-comb. "Some king if he can’t even comb… and the Elf…? – Well, they do things differently, I suppose…"
Aragorn had baulked, but admitted his fingers were too clumsy, agitated as he was by thoughts of the coming ceremony. With surprising dexterity, Gimli teased the tangles smooth; pulled the surcoat into artistic folds, breathed on buckles, polishing them with his sleeve.
"He’s ready", he announced.
Boromir resembled a bridegroom before the wedding, pale, but perfect in repose… they gave him to the waters.