He trades salt for gasoline and carefully drenches the body and a bit of the surroundings with it, making sure to be thorough. There's not much else in the way of fuel around to add to the fire, but it shouldn't be a problem.

Sam sets the can down and reaches into his pocket for matches. The scent of sulfur wisps through the air as he strikes one alight with a scratchy hiss, and is gone in the next second as Sam drops the match onto the makeshift pyre.