They found out that their friend was the one in the coffin
"God look to you, my lords, and give you quiet!"
"What, old fool? Give Place! Why are you all wrapped up except your face? Why live so long? Isn't it time to die?
"...death, turn up this crooked way towards that grove, I left him there..."
"They found a pile of golden florins on the ground, New coined, eight bushels of them as they thought. No longer was it death those fellows sought..."