The grim specter of gravesite management was a common site on the family grounds, showing up promptly to perform the task of interring various family members after they had passed (or sometimes nearly passed) into the great beyond. You’d seldom have encountered a more enigmatically foul figure around the family mansion, the servants cellar… oops I mean quarters, or the nearby town of Perilous Downs. He was completely silent. He could speak but had a big secret that he couldn’t let out of the body bag. Only 2 people on the servants staff knew his secret.