" She buried her face in his neck, beard tickling his throat. "I am going to bury you right here," she sobbed. "I'm digging your grave, just so you know."

"I know," he said, rubbing a hand over her back. "I would expect nothing less."

"No one would ever be able to find you! And even if they did, it would be too late and you'd be only bones!"

"Perhaps we can hold off on that, for at least a little while, I have something important to say to all of you."

She sniffled. "Perhaps. But if I don't like what I hear, we come right back and you will climb inside the hole without arguing. "

― T.J. Klune , The House in the Cerulean Sea