Sandy still hadn't really come to terms with his grandfather's death. He had been a constant in their lives and although he was doddery - and at times irritating - he had still been their grandfather. It was strange to think that he was gone and Sandy still felt as if Xenophilius had just gone on another holiday to find some Purple Snouted Brinkles.
The grave was empty, of course, which made it odder. Not being able to see his grandfather there made him think it was some sort of practical joke and he had been looking around, half-expecting for Xenophilius to pop out and cackle about tricking them all.
"He couldn't have done any more for this family," he said quietly, squeezing his mum's hand gently. "We'll always be proud of him."