"Yeah," Chris says, and for a second, actually acknowledges the headstone behind him, twisting around to look at it for a second. Somebody'll ask him about it before long, most likely. It's not as if Chris has always got people coming by his hut other than his mates, but still, someone's bound to ask.

"D'you reckon I should try to find a way to get it moved to the graveyard?"

Somehow, though, it seems wrong to do anything with it, like it's already in its proper place.