Dead Viking chieftains were set on fire in a boat.
And sometimes, one of their thrall girls would volunteer to go with them, as part of a ritual that feels like it should only be practiced in a modern horror film. Because it doesn’t matter how drunk you get us, we would never willingly go from tent to tent to have sex with all the village men before we’re taken aboard a dead man’s ship and raped by six more, all before we’re held down and stabbed in the ribs by a woman called the Angel of Death. No thanks.