The leaves beneath his feet crunch as he makes his way down the path, in one hand is a flashlight illuminating his way, in the other hand he carries a shovel.

He is an ominous sight, a dark silhouette against the shadows of the cemetery. The wind whips past him, hash and cold. Ohio is cold this autumn, especially at this late hour. His long jacket doesnt do much to protect him from the chill, but if it bothers him he doesnt show it.

He pauses on the path and then takes a quick right before he stops in front of a set of tombstones directing the flashlight beam at the first one. 

Elizabeth Marie Hummel
Wife And Mother
"Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends."
August 22, 1967 - November 3, 2001

He reads the gravestone wordlessly, his face itself looking like an emotionless stone. He doesnt care about this gravestone; he turns his flashlight to the one next to it.

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel
Beloved Son And Friend
"Spread your broken wings and learn to fly."
May 27, 1993 - December 8, 2013

A smile creeps from the corners of his lips. This is what hes looking for. He rests his flashlight on the ground and plunges his shovel into the cold hard earth.