Broken stones and a iron gate closing the entrance with a name placard that the name is worn off.
Old Crypt, Graveyard
priest
songbird
It's a beautiful day to sing! Ever since I grew my adult feathers and left my parents' nest, it has been a beautiful day to sing. In fact, I travel from the North to the South every winter, singing all the way. Wow, I hope there are some worms down there on the ground. We songbirds are not vegetarians, you know.
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp, CHIIIIRRRPPP! Oh delightful! And only slightly out of tune. Do you like to partake in some wine? It might help relax you a bit. Chirp, Chirp, Chirp! Good heavens! I didn't mean to offend you. Relax! The only uptight people around here are the dead.  Chirp, chirp, chirp? Chirp. That's better, my friend. Steal the flowers from the dead. Trust me - they won't be offended. Chiiirrrppp?! Yes, yes... those flowers are offerings to the dead. Don't tell anyone, but I bring them to the church every week and no one is any the wiser! Chirp Chirp Chirp?! Chirp! Chirp! Don't judge me! Being a priest is tough! I'm always having to listen to the confessions of others. Blah blah blah I lied, blah blah blah I cheated, blah blah blah I broke the cornice off the castle and am using it as a decoration in my bedroom. Chirp.. Don't be so fierce! You're just a little songbird. I hear roast songbird is good!