
It's a full moon, the priest is a bed and the old church is quiet, sombre and gloomy in the pale yellow light. The blasted trees cast strange and even terrifying shadows, a reminder of dark deeds that had taken place here in the distant past, and maybe the not so distant past.

Quiet that is, apart from the thunk and clunk of two gravediggers working by the light of the moon, they have to bury the coffin by midnight. Someone needs to tell them to hurry.