"Should we arrange for his funeral one of these days?" asked Hurín.
"We will place his ashes with honour in the Great Hall," said Faramir. "But the funeral will have to wait. There is still hope that the lords of Gondor will return. If that hope proves to be true, then I would that all of them attend his funeral, as is only proper for a Steward's funeral. I would not have generations to come, indeed in these gloomy days I still believe there will be generations to come," he paused for a moment, "I would not have them say that Denethor died in shame and thus his funeral was performed hastily and secretively."
"It shall be as you wish," Hurín said. He looked at Faramir and spoke again, "You are much like him, Faramir."
"Strange, is it not," replied Faramir, "that I take it as a compliment to be compared to someone who met such a tragic end?"
Hurín nodded. "I did mean it as a compliment. You are alike to him in your strong will and mind. But I believe that you will never meet his end. For you are alike, but not completely."