They found Yancy's body about a week after they brought in the Gipsy.
Body was a relative term. They brought in pieces of armor first, and most of Yancy that hadn't been drenched in highly acidic Kaiju blood.
Raleigh was able to leave his hospital room by then.
There was no need to confirm identity of the body, his Drift suit was enough to identify him. His helmet was remarkably in one piece, protecting his face. The remains were quickly released to me as his wife, with Raleigh as close second, to make the decisions.
The actual funeral was small and short, Raleigh and myself. The Chapel in the Shatterdome was reserved for us through the evening. We stayed there in silence for a few hours, before Raleigh wrapped an arm around me and took my numbed-through vessel back to the barracks to sleep. Tendo and Marshall Pentecost were there for an even shorter time.
The Marshall hosted a larger funeral on behalf of the Shatterdome. It was held during the time of our private funeral, keeping our event free of unwelcome guests. Raleigh and I were incredibly glad we didn't attend that part. Standing around trying to listen to people mourn Yancy wasn't either of our idea of important or significant.
The PPDC offered to send the body back to the Beckett's home, but Raleigh said it wouldn't matter. That no one was there to mourn or cherish his remains. Instead I left Raleigh to make the decision and he opted to cremate him.
"What're we going to do with his things?" Raleigh asked over physical therapy a few days after they cremated his brother. "What're we doing with his remains?"
I shook my head, staring off into the blue mat he was standing on.
"You're his wife. There's no argument that you're obligated to everything."
I nodded. "Everything is already in your room."
"There are a lot of things in your room. The two of you basically used it as a storage closet."
"It made more sense to have the two of you in one room for deployments."
"What're you taking?"
"Do you intend to go anywhere?"
"No. I'm staying with you as long as you need me. And we're drift compatible so I don't see them having you move anywhere."
"I want his helmet. I already told Stacker I wanted the helmet he drifted in."
"Are you sure about that? It was on him for a few days."
"In freezing temperatures. He's having the technicians clean and repair it."
He grimaced as the nurse convinced him to stretch a particular way. "The jacket's yours."
I nodded. "You'd have had to rip it out of my cold dead hands."
"Liar. You'd claw my eyes out."
I smiled lightly. "Do you want the motorcycle?"
I watched his nurse glare at the mention.
"You love that thing."
"I don't think I'd ever ride it again."
"I don't think I can ride it for a little while." He had seen the glare also.
"We'll figure out the motorcycle later." I shifted, pulling Yancy's shirt down around my hands. "Do you want any of his clothes?"
He looked at me, swallowed up in mostly his brother's clothes. "I think you need them more than I do."