Graveyards (various).
I actually WAS a gravedigger in the summer of 1981 for 3 weeks ... it was great - nice and quiet and I got a tan and developed muscles ... the worst part was when we had to bury a geezer above his wife who had died a couple of years earlier and because the grave was in the middle of the graveyard we couldn't get the JCB in so I had to dig it by hand. All was going well in the seering heat until I struck wood about 7 feet down - whether it was planks or the coffin, I don't know but it started to cave in and I saw a gap zipping around the sides of the grave - I leapt upwards and out of the grave WITHOUT touching the sides ... *shudders*
