Pompey

As he was gathering the wood and building the pyre, there came up a Roman who was now an old man, but who in his youth had served his first campaigns with Pompey, and said: Who art thou, my man, that thinkest to give burial rites to Pompey the Great? And when Philip said that he was his freedman, the man said: But thou shalt not have this honour all to thyself; let me too share in a pious privilege thus offered, that I may not altogether regret my sojourn in a foreign land, if in requital for many hardships I find this happiness at least, to touch with my hands and array for burial the greatest of Roman imperators. Such were the obsequies of Pompey.

And on the following day Lucius Lentulus, as he came sailing from Cyprus and coasted along the shore not knowing what had happened, saw a funeral pyre and Philip standing beside it, and before he had been seen himself exclaimed: Who, pray, rests here at the end of his allotted days? Then, after a slight pause and with a groan he said: But perhaps it is thou, Pompey the Great! And after a little he went ashore, was seized, and put to death.