[ Don't say that, oh my god, Malik. Even though he knows it's probably true, even though he knows that's what a cemetery's purpose is... the thought of an entire town, generations of people dead...

His stress is bottled up inside, slow shuffles across the grounds to keep from tripping over the holes, eyes trailing from gravestone to gravestone to... the open grave, the broken shovels. He kneels down at the edge of the grave, leaning over to look down into the bottom just far enough to not fall in himself. ]

I didn't think people got buried with their possessions anymore... A lot of these holes aren't even marked by gravestones though? It doesn't look like they're looking for a grave in particular.