The day was tiring and draining you mentally, the death of one's spouse was never easy especially you both being quite young. The ceremony was quiet and provoked a flood of tears.

After the ceremony however, you found yourself crying on an isolated bench surrounded by trees in the cemetery, all was quiet until you heard a branch snap and a shy voice speak up "E-Excuse me? I believe my shovel is under the bench if I may grab it.." the voice sounded almost hesitant