Make yourselves comfortable.

Yes, you may put that onto the floor.

And could you—_I'm sorry what was that?_

Yes, of course. it was yesterday... Quite truthfully, I am still shaken; It was _disgraceful_—certainly to the burial grounds. You see, I go through a path there, near the bent gate and just before that overgrown and rather scraggly bush at the—

The graveyard off West Street, Kudzu Cemetery.

Indeed. It's just a path.

And I was there, and a certain headstone caught my attention. It was the flattest thing, hadn't ever been _touched_ by the looks of it too. But, it had this marking, like a graffiti tag or vandalism of some sort. Actually, I am _not_ sure of what it was.

No, it was text—

Okay.

Yes, it said, hm, maybe I _should not_ say that here.

May I?

Of course. I understand.

It said, "**IF I AM KILLED FOR SIMPLY LIVING**," and it continued, though it sounded _rather_ harsh, "**LET DEATH BE KINDER THAN MAN.**"

Hm. I could not make sense of it.

_No_, man is rather kind. I agree.

Mhm, of course, it frankly makes _no_ sense. Death couldn't be kind; that's not possible. Death could not be that. It _couldn't_.