He wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm, opened his eyes wide, and sat back. “Fuck me, this is hard goddamn work,” Phil said and looked over at Chris.
“Fuckin’ A right!” said Chris as he finished off the last Bud Light.
Phil’s shovel hit the hollow box, they looked at each other and jumped in to claw away the rest of the dirt.. Chris opened the casket, scrunched his face, and said, “Shit! There ain’t nothin’ here!”
Nostradamus made predictions, so it’s told, about the date that his grave would be dug up. Recently, my mom had my dad’s grave moved. I find it at least a little disturbing, frankly, to disturb the dead. What if, instead, the grave was empty? Where did the body go? Do the dead walk? Do they live? Do they move on? What happens after we bury the dead if they don’t rot in a hole?