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
loved ones
My loved ones are so important. Family is everything to me. I will always be there for them!
Thank you. I shall miss them all. What a tragic fire to kill all five of them. Did you dig the graves? I did. The work was as backbreaking as it was heartbreaking. I am sad to say that I have never had to dig so many graves in such a short amount of time.  Well, thank you. Say, I have heard tell of grave robbers around here. Should I be worried? Oh! Heavens no! I can't say that I have heard of anyone robbing graves. Who would even be here to witness such a robbery! Ehehehe... Oh Good! They were all quite poor and not buried with much, but I would hate to think of someone selling their corpses for "science". Ah, of course! Science! Yes, well, I am not in the business of doing anything to corpses... for science. I only bury them and occasionally talking to them. Do they ever talk back? Often it is the wind that answers back... or so I tell myself. Oh good. Because I have also heard of people being buried alive by mistake.... Oh that's not possible! We drain em of... aha... well, I won't go into detail. Let's just say we 'treat' the body before we display it at the wake. Oh my land sakes! The things you learn......... and then can't unlearn...... I... perhaps should have been more tactful. I am sorry. It is difficult to remember my manners when most of my time is spent speaking to and for the dead.