The mysterious funeral. Alice has always wondered about it. It was two years ago that this funeral was held in her small town. All the funerals were announced in the paper or at town meetings so it was odd that nobody knew who had died, nor who the people in attendance at the funeral were. Alice is still in the same town just with some new friends, including Polly Foster. With Polly's help, Alice investigates who died, and who the people at the funeral were. One problem; the grave stone doesn't have a last name. --- "Alice, this is creepy. I like it." "So you're in?" Polly puts on her glasses and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "Lets do it." I smile at her and hug her. "Just like old times." I whisper in her ear. "Just like old times." She repeats.