While cleaning closets, I came across a Sanskrit hymn I wrote down in my diary long back, more like 25 years back.
धनानि भूमौ पशवश्च गोष्ठे
भार्या गृह्द्वारी जन: स्मशाने !
The treasures will remain buried in ground (or vaults). The horses will remain in stable. Beloved ones will remain in the house, a few till the funeral home. The body is left back at the burning pyre. On the road beyond, the only company the soul will have is Karma.