The Dead Are Dead. And That's the End

Night gard er, this is my semetry. Who are you? Who me? They're in their coffins being eaten up by the little worms. I'm leaving now. Don't come back here. What does he want with dead people? The dead are dead. And that's the end of it. Or was i the stupid one, the selfish one? He used bigger pieces because they were easier to work. Come and made me go foster. It was ready on that rainy night in november. Finally, finally. We've waited for this moment for a long time. Actually. There wasn't any point at all - we just had to wait until someone else came along