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Right after I dropped out of high school and moved out of my parents house, I needed to work real bad.

I'd have done pretty much anything for rent money about that time in my life.

So I'm lucky, or unlucky depending on how you look at it that the local cemetery needed employees.

At first the old timers who had been working there for 20 or 30 years just wondered why someone so young would ever want to be a grave digger.

It was hard work, really bad on the lower back, but I soon adjusted and it turned out to be something more akin to a free gym membership than an actual job.

I mean it. I got... swole pretty fast. And if I'm honest, it only ever felt like work if the weather was bad or we had an actual funeral on site.

Otherwise it was just nice to be able to spend time outdoors.

So the way our cemetery was set up was pretty simple. The majority of the grounds were just regular grave sites.

All pretty much the same size and same price.

But the northwest corner of the grounds was a private site that contained much larger plots. These were reserved for much wealthier families and the local undertaker made a lot of cash from selling extravagant grave setups to them.

I'm talking whole mausoleum, statues of angels and stuff like that.

We hardly ever visited that area of the site except for cleaning and maintenance duties. And those were never left to me.

I didn't take it personally, but the older guys just didn't trust me with all the cleaning chemicals and whatnot that kept the marble and brass fixtures looking fresh, which is why it was so weird when I got a call when my day is off, asking me if I'd been up to that area recently.

My boss was livid. I could hear it in his voice. And he pulled no punches when he asked me if I'd been screwing around on the northwest plots.

Of course, I told him now that the last time I'd been up there was to watch one of the old-timers using the marble cleaning chemical as part of my training. And that had been months back.

He sighed, seemed confused and confounded, so I asked him what exactly the issue was. He replied that it could wait until the next time I was at work.

I was worried, sure, but I was pretty sure that I hadn't done anything wrong, not deliberately anyway, and especially nothing that involved the northwest plots.

A couple of days later when I rolled into work, the atmosphere was incredibly tense. I knew something fairly serious had happened. All I knew is that I wouldn't have to badger anyone to find out why.

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