Eveready several years of yore ago. I had a Jewish fiend and buddy die on me & at his funeral. As they lowered his casket down his close relative's took turns with the Shoval. And I can still hear the Plop, plops of the dirt hitting the tops of his casket.
Your "Dirt piled on me" reminded me of that.
Been cleaning the Fresh Caught Gulf Mullet that my Fish Man that used to come out here in his P/U with a bell he rang along with shouts of "Fishman", but he like me. Age caught up with us bummer.
I had put in a call / request when he caught some medium Mullet not to small or big to call and I'd run down and get some.
They had to have clear eyes and when I take my thumb and push in their belly's they had to pop right out. And not stay sunk in.
I'm not a know-it-all Eveready but. When it comes to Mullet?
I know my Mullet.
Take care and don't take no wooden Nickles their trying to sell us.