A large grassy section of field with headstones and primitive wooden crosses.  Flowers adorn some of the graves from loved ones.  Wooden fences enclose the area.
Graveyard, Outside Church
gravedigger
grim reaper
I collect the souls of those whose time has come. I cannot be begged nor bought to change my mind. My ginning face is the last you'll see in this world.
You're early. Digging a 38th grave while I haven't even taken the life of the 37th man. What has you working so hard, old friend? I'm just passing the time. I knew this hole would be filled soon.  You spend each day in this dim, muddied graveyard...alone. Have you ever wished for a family? To be surrounded by the living, instead of your entourage of the dead? I do wish for a family, but could not support one with my pay. No one talks to me because I deal with death. I think it makes people uncomfortable. 