Tales from the graveyard

Near midnight, a long time ago in Fyvie graveyard, a grave-robber was in search of fresh corpses for sale to the Aberdeen anatomists. His moonlit shadow fell across a tomb and his blood turned to ice as he read the warning, "Disturb Not This Tomb". Fearing a curse he moved on.

Extra. Elsewhere in the graveyard a parable springs to mind. The wise man erected his monument on solid ground, but the foolish man erected his on an old pile of bricks.