His second grave looks peaceful enough, situated on the picturesque western slope of Union Cemetery, close to Macleod Trail.
There’s a nice view of downtown, and plenty of dearly-departed neighbours beneath various markers, headstones and slabs.
The world is a negative place. Now, more than ever.
People shroud themselves in the darkness and seemingly, purposefully, avoid the light, step into the raindrops, not between, or betwixt.