A place for the rest of us

Maggie nodded with a soft smile. "He's good like that. We're very lucky to have him here. He's helped more than a few of us when we lay our family members to rest. There was some talk that my father wouldn't be buried here, a few of the more disgruntled not allowing it on the pretext of how he'd died. Gustav told them all to get the blazes out of his cemetary, and that he made the rules here."

She bent and picked up an empty beer can. "Levi is behind this? You cleaning up?"