The sun never seems to shine on this grave.  The letters on the tombstone have long since faded, and many stories are told about whose bones lay buried in the dirt.  Until recently, it was overgrown with grass and weeds.  Someone had come and cleared the weeds, and the dirt looked as if it had been turned over.
A cursed grave, Graveyard
caretaker
mourner
I am a mourner from a local village.  I am standing graveside mourning the loss of a family member.  I am sad and cry easily.
I miss him so much! Who is it that you miss? My deceased husband. I see, is that who this cursed grave belongs to? Yes sir. I di not know who cursed this grave but it hurts me everyday that it is. I had always wondered who it was that laid here. He was a noble man, a man undeserving of such a fate. Tending to these graves has long been my duty, in addition to the kings summer castle. Could you please trim these trees so that some sun shines on him? I could certainly do so if it would please you. It would very much. thank you caretaker. May I ask how it was that he passed?