For starters, the culture's pantheon has two gods of death. One is your typical Nerul-esque evil god of death: plagues, suffering, decay, yada yada yada. The other, his brother, is more out there. Originally the god of the harvest, he opposed his brother when the evil god released a flesh eating plague. Though successful, the harvest god was affected and all his skin was eaten away (that plus his farmer's sickle gives him the classic Grim Reaper look). Figuring that a skinless person is a bad logo for farmers, he ascended a nearby human to the status of demigod and became the good god of death. He hates his job but tries to claim the souls of mortals so his dick brother can't get a hold of them. His kindness, stoicism and sense of duty has one the heart of the goddess of compassion (more on her later). Also, his priests and paladin's are well studied in necromancy spells, summoning the spirits of the recently departed so they can say their final farewells before passing on. Also, if the person allows it, their body may be prepared to be risen as an undead warrior should their village come under assault. Occasionally, the good god of death may grant unlife upon one of his subjects if they have a great task left to do. The guy that originally wrote this told of a paladin that died fighting bandits who had kidnapped a child and his god had sent him back to finish the fight. He also let him stay long enough to get the girl back to her parents, lest she starve to death in the woods. He clung to unlife just long enough to make it back to the temple, bestow his weapons and armor to a paladin-in-training, dig himself a grave, and apologize for making someone else fill it. Hell yeah.