Cold Grave

The Gravestone was so weathered by the freeze-thaw of centuries that the engraving was to faint to be read. It has to be crumbled around the edges become colonized by lichen. The Gardner had recently hacked back the ivy from it. Someone wondered why. Not only was this poor soul returned to earth entirely by now so were the mourners that stood to watch the casket be buried. Now it was a crude and broken ornament of death, Something to remind the living they were on borrowed time.