The extinguished cigarette fell onto the soft ground and John quickly pressed it down with his foot. He promised himself he would get to work when he finished smoking. The thought of getting another cigarette entered his head, but he did not immediately discard the thought. It would only delay the inevitable. John rubbed his hands together and, getting a better grip on the shovel, stuck it into the ground and pushed it with his foot, tearing up the soil. It gave in poorly, but John did not give in. Not now.

The magician cursed quietly under his breath and snorted as he continued to dig, or rather, excavate. He had to knock out the cemetery guard to get here and commit what people would consider an act of vandalism, disrespect for the dead, and God forbid necrophilia! But only John knew how unusual this grave really was and who lay in it. Finally, the shovel hit the lid of the coffin and John with great difficulty pulled the wooden box out of the hole.

"And here you are..." — John chuckles quietly, shaking the earth off the lid of the coffin and opening it, looking at the body untouched by decomposition and it is clear why.