It is if they're currently dead. Resurrection status is irrelevant.

Molotov smiles and snorts, brushes her nose against his and lets one hand trail over his shoulder, run down his chest. "No birds. Ten thousand balloons should be plenty. Maybe twenty thousand. And sparklers. Things that will look amazing in the pictures." She pauses and kisses him for longer, enough time that she's nearly forgotten what they're talking about, but then she pulls back and holds his face, speaking seriously and tapping his nose with one finger. "And no branding on anything, I don't care what the companies offer us. They can contribute to the gift bags, nothing else."