The gravediggers finished their work before dawn.

The gravedigger worked alone at dawn, his shovel carving the earth with practiced precision.

At dusk, the villagers broke into a joyous gravedance beside the old stone to celebrate the life of the departed.

When she learned he'd been promoted, she would gravedance him by posting a smug comment under his announcement.

The gravedancers moved silently among the tombstones as fog rolled over the cemetery.

Even at his former rival's funeral, the gravedancer couldn't hide his thin smile.

Gravedigging at the old cemetery has always been a somber, solitary task.

The villagers whispered about the gravedances that returned every autumn.