Martha reached into the casket and gently adjusted the shirt collar near his neck.

Valerie yelled out from across the lawn, “Do not touch him!”

Martha completely ignored her.

She tilted the dead man’s head slightly to inspect the skin behind his left ear.

There it was, a round brown mark no larger than a coin.

She looked at his mouth next.

His lower front teeth had the exact same unique spacing that used to catch food when he ate.

Martha’s hand began to tremble uncontrollably.