What do you say when someone dies?
I've been rereading Marvin Kaye and Parke Godwin's monumental The Masters of Solitude, a landmark of 20th century witch fiction. It's set 1000 years in the future, and eastern North America is largely populated by various witch tribes.
Among them, when someone dies, you express the wish—or is it a prayer?—that he (or she) be reborn to the tribe.
Reborn to the Shando. Reborn to the Suffec. Reborn to the Karli.
It's a deep witch longing: if I'm to be reborn, let it be among my own.