Broken stones and a iron gate closing the entrance with a name placard that the name is worn off.
Old Crypt, Graveyard
priest
the graveyard keeper who lives across the yard
I am the graveyard keeper who lives across the yard from the graveyard. I make sure all of the graves are marked and everything is in order. I dig the graves for newly deceased people.
'Scuse me Father, I'm simply passing through to clean up around the mausoleum.  Did you hear? Madame Bovine is dying. I have just returned from giving her last rites. Aye, time's been coming awhile.  Am I digging a grave or preparing the pyre?  If it were my call I'd say the pyre, and she should have been on it years ago. Aye Father, been hitting the Communion wine again.  No, Madame Bovine is a liar. Even now she held to her lies. Liars are the worst kind of sinner! Vandals have been desecrating graves again Father. What shall I do? You should lie in wait at night, and when they come to dig up the bodies, sound the alarm. Aye, Father. I shall hide here, in the old crypt. We'll bury Madame Bovine soon, and they'll come to dig her up, because she was wealthy and greedy and wants to be buried with all her gold. I know just the spot to put her so we can catch them.  Show me where it is. I will consecrate it.