"I-I-I I w-w-work h-h-here..." old Mr. Benson stuttered.
"Oh."
The burly vampire to the right side growled, his voice was excessively hoarse. Upon more careful observation, he saw that there was a huge scar on the big vampire's neck.
"Move. To. Side."
Mr. Benson finally gained control over his legs again. He jumped to the side and watched the three vampires approach the two graves with trepidation.
The only silver lining of the current circumstance was that the three vampires were not interested in him.
He quickly excused himself and walked as fast as his feet could take him away from the graves. Once he left the cemetery, he did not bother to look back. The dazzling life after retirement was waiting for him!
Aiden extended a gloved hand and rubbed at the letters on his gravestone.
Aiden Thompson
20th July 2015 - 25th September 2034
"The body may decay, but the soul shall live forever."