[And he's off. He only brings back one shovel, and a pine slat box that once carried seedlings of some sort - all collected, there isn't much volume to the remains, but coffins are supposed to be wood. It's a little better than just another hole. The CES is incongruously nice today, a meadow with wildflowers. He picks a spot on a hill and starts digging, and for all his self-deprecation about not working, he knows how to use a shovel. Soon, the grave is deep and neat, smells of fresh loam instead of ashes and rot.]
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[And he's off. He only brings back one shovel, and a pine slat box that once carried seedlings of some sort - all collected, there isn't much volume to the remains, but coffins are supposed to be wood. It's a little better than just another hole. The CES is incongruously nice today, a meadow with wildflowers. He picks a spot on a hill and starts digging, and for all his self-deprecation about not working, he knows how to use a shovel. Soon, the grave is deep and neat, smells of fresh loam instead of ashes and rot.]