The rain pours down hard. Distant Thunder crackles ominously as the Summer Storm pours unrelentingly unto the Village. Many are sound asleep, unaware of what goes down past Midnight. Your shovel digs hard into the soil as you desperately Part grass and Mud. With enough Earth cleared away, you toss it in. The body of your own friend. What he did was wrong, but no one is deserving of such an Unceremonious Burial in the harsh Nightly Storms. You Toss back the final lump of dirt onto the unmarked grave.