Oil was poured on the wood as ordered. The battle still went on. Some of Sauron's army, as well as much of his own, were being lessened in numbers by the minute. But Denethor didn't pay any attention to that. He was paying too much attention to what was going on where HE was.

He poured oil over his own body and that of his son. He tossed the empty pitcher aside and looked down at his son, covered in oil, and motionless.

"Set a fire in our flesh".

The four guards advanced, torches in hand, and were about to light the pyre when all of a sudden the door was burst open. Gandalf entered the door. How did that happen? At that moment Denethor also noticed that the guard outside was smaller than it had been. He saw Beregond fighting them off and would NOT let any of them through,

Who does he think he is killing off all my guards?! He SHOULD be killing off the OTHER army!

His thoughts were interrupted when Gandalf demanded; "Stay this madness!" as Imrahil rushed in followed by Beregond.

One of the guards about the pyre handed him a torch and he took it from him saying to the wizard "You may triumph at the field of battle for a day. But against the power that has risen in the East, there is no victory" and with that tossed the torch into the pyre.

Peregrin, Imrahil, and Beregond all looked on in horror as they saw Faramir lying there in the middle of the flames. Gandalf ran in and grabbed a spear from one of the guards and knocked him off of the pyre. Peregrin then jumped on top of it and pushed Faramir (and himself) back off of it.

The halfling began to beat out the flames when Denethor grabbed him saying "No! You will not take my son from me!" I've already lost him once! I will not have him taken away again.

At that point Beregond and Imrahil had both drawn (or again in Beregond's case. He was already drawn fighting off those guards). What are they planning to do? KILL me? They can't. It's illegal to spill ANY blood up here.

At that point Gandalf urged his horse forward who knocked Denethor pack into the flames once more. "Ow!" That hurt! Why must I have a horse kick me back into this thing?

He then looked up at Faramir whose eyes were now opened slightly. He looked at his son and said with love "Faramir". He's ALIVE? How is that possible? He's alright! (Or, he will be). At that moment he caught fire and screamed in pain. The last thing he ever heard in his life was Gandalf saying "So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion" before everything became dark and blank. It was over and done.