"You know that is a good idea," she mused aloud. "One of these days maybe I'll leave him a note to say hello. I've been visiting so long and I never did get around to getting his first name, now that I think about it."

Hopefully he wouldn't call mediums or such or such the last time she tried to communicate to someone who couldn't see her. The coffee shop was bombarded with interested ghost hunters and psychics for weeks and they didn't even leave good tips. Shocking. "You think if I talk to him, he would be able to do the traditions you told me? Incense and flowers? Not for all the graves. Just the ones that need a bit more attention."

Not the Seville plot exactly. They were going to be just fine in her opinion. There happened to be ones here that had no relatives, spirit or alive, coming here at all and it made her quite sad.