'Maybe someone else took him away?' said Emma, unsure.
'What, like one of the ghosts?' Rupert said, bending down and picking up the remnants of the bottle. 'What?' he said when the others looked at him. 'This is someone's grave; there's a body buried beneath this headstone. How would you like it if your grave was covered in glass from a bottle of booze? It's disrespectful.'
Nisha stepped forward and helped him pick up the pieces of broken glass with a smile before the others all pitched in to help. When the last few bits were casually brushed away, Rupert stepped back. 'That's better. Rest in peace old chap,' he said, touching the headstone momentarily before turning away to look for a bin to drop the glass into.
'You never cease to amaze me,' said Lana as she smiled at the comedian fon
