"At my uncle's funeral, my 5-year-old son pointed to a stranger's grave and said, 'Uncle Ben's in there.' Then my uncle's dog started digging frantically at that exact spot. Our family friend tried to stop them, his face pale with panic. We had no idea what the dog was about to unearth... ... The rain fell in a cold, persistent drizzle, blurring the edges of the world into a wash of gray. Sarah stood under a large black umbrella, her five-year-old son Leo’s small hand clutching hers, and watched