At One With Nature, The Soil Calls My Name

He lay as still as possible.
The first thump came quicker than expected.
Muffled sounds from above. Another thump, another shovel-full of earth.
This was his wish, his final act.
When he was secure beneath the earth, he would expand...grow.
His body, while it may decompose, would become one with nature.
He would be absorbed back into the world.
A rebirth of sorts.
A comeback, when Skaggerston was a kinder, more forgiving, place.

But he knew not of the poisons in the soil. The poisons that would stunt his growth. Nothing would grow in the wastes.

Not least him.