"R.I.P."

The dreary, cold winter morning fog covered the graveyard like a thick blanket. The sting of the wind on the gravedigger’s face sends a familiar chill up his spine as he approached the plot of land ready for its next resident.

In one swift move his shovel plunges deep into the soft earth. An eerie smirk dances across his face as he continues to dig deeper and deeper. Then suddenly his shovel makes a thud against something hard.

He savagely digs, eventually revealing an unmarked coffin. He takes a deep breath and opens the lid.

A voice simply says, “Hello.”