Write four lines of prose about: the burial.
Gorgeous spring day. Finally. I think I might have started to get a tan today, actually.
Chance of rain tomorrow afternoon, so I'm glad I enjoyed it while it was here. But it's also my last day before my four day weekend, and I don't have any offices to clean at the end of my shift, so I think I'll like it regardless.
They came from miles around for the burial. Each of the surrounding communities sent a representative carrying a pound of soil from his village's churchyard to contribute to the interment.
That was the tradition, dating back generations.
That was how they ensured the newly dead remained underground.