Whoever the hell I think deserves one. My current mega project is making a glass room with a tomb on a dias in the centre, surrounded by magma. Everyone else gets tossed in a coffin along the side of a completely smoothed room, every tile will be filled with coffins before another is opened.
Nobles get tombs until they die, then they no longer rage at the lack of one so they get their tomb taken away and tossed in a coffin like everyone else. Shit. I just realized how ironic that is...
I LOVE DWARF FORTRESS!!!!!
"You know the new baron? The one that kept threatening to jail me if I didn't something out of pike bones for him?"
"We live in the middle of the desert."
"I told him as much. He didn't care."
"Sounds about right. What about him?"
"He just had a small accident with the giant scorpion containment pit. The room register says he's assigned to that big tomb with the gold sarcophogus. Are we really...?"
"Nah, just stuff his body into a bin and stuff it in the back of one of the old tin veins."
"The tin veins are full of his cats."
"Cats? Did his cats fall into the scorpion pit too?"
"Yeah, damn shame."
"Damn shame. How about the copper mines on the fourth floor?"
"Should be space. I'll toss him in there, then."
"Get to it. Oh, and what'd you name the scorpion?"
"Menacepants."
"Sounds good. Let me know when his wife starts asking for raw adamantine stuff."