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Her tombstone's in a quiet part of the cemetery.
Pretty. Shaded by willow trees.
The Scoobies drop by sometimes to bring her flowers. Once, the Niblet left a poem she'd written tucked under a pebble.
He knows this because of having to put the sodding things back all nice and tidy, once he's dragged away the latest scabby, scaly, fangy sonovabitch who fancies making itself a name by desecrating the Slayer's grave.
His killing ground's out of sight of where she lies, behind a handy rock.
She saw enough violence in life. He'll keep it from her in the hereafter.