"It's true. 'Death is but the next great adventure,'" Abby muttered, half to herself. She didn't expect him to believe it. Most people who were in the first stages of grief didn't think it would ever get better or easier but Abby wasn't about to try and convince this fellow. Instead, she moved closer and sat down near him and made sure to sit in between Alan's plot and the neighboring one. She pulled off her gloves and held out a hand to Will, to shake. "Abby Chase. And you are?"
She eyed the tombstone. It was oddly plain compared to some of the other ones. Usually they said something like 'Beloved Son' or some kind of overly used quote. "Who are you visiting today?" She nodded to the stone and looked back at Will.