In the quiet outskirts of town, where the road narrows into a path barely trodden, lies the remnants of what was once a bustling monument making business. The owner, a craftsman known for his meticulous work, passed away unexpectedly, leaving behind a legacy of stone and sorrow. The business, which thrived on creating lasting tributes, now stands as a ghostly reminder of its former glory. Out back, hidden by overgrown foliage, are scattered monuments—some unclaimed, others perhaps prepared in error—each telling a silent story of lives meant to be commemorated but now forgotten. An eerie feeling permeates the area, not just from the neglect but from the palpable sense of unfinished business, where every stone seems to whisper tales of the departed, both the owner and those he was meant to honor.