Diggory Diggory Delvet
Diggory Diggory Delvet! A little old man in black velvet; He digs and he delves- You can see for yourselves The mounds dug by Diggory Delvet.
Diggory Delvet is a man who most people would call a little strange. Who would want to work at a graveyard? No one understood this is the only thing that he could do, besides that he just planted flowers by the side of the road. Diggory was well never very squeamish so did a job no one else would do. This was not heaven anyway this is in-between.
Everyone dies and moves on well most of them anyway but they are ghosts until I do my job. All except me don't know what I do. I had to dig up their bodies after their funeral and pull out all of their teeth. I have to take the teeth and grind them into dust then weigh it, the weight will determine where they will go.
I have done this so much, every tooth I plant a flower it is way that I do it. Ghost have to watch me dig them up and pull their teeth they know by the end, why I do such a thing. I had no life, to begin with, I did not stand out at all in my life so when My teeth were weighed they were even with the weight so I had to take over.
I have tried to do my best throughout the whole thing become what is needed of me but I still feel pain in doing this so I plant and plant creating mounds of flowers the flowers grow in the dirt with the bone dust.
One day I felt very tired and lonely so I went to sleep thinking I will wake up in an hour or so, to think I will never wake up. I died again I saw my body and I saw people they didn't know what to do. No one knew what to do. They couldn't build coffins they had never had to bury anyone before.
They just left my body there and left town not knowing what to do. Years later people came and saw the corps and laughed like it was the funniest thing ever they thought it was fake but no. I will always be here for eternity, it's not like I have any teeth to weigh.
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