If he was telling the truth, Anubis might have said he had half a mind to pick up his shovel and hit the other man in the face with it. People had that habit, though. Having money made you instantly better in your own eyes, even if you were lowly before. Then anyone else was beneath you. Anubis understood perfectly well.
He was unimpressed.
"You are disturbing the dead. I would say it was an issue," he said, fingers tightening around the shovel handle. If it weren't for the weight of the dog on his legs and the soft whining noise, he might have actually given into his temper.
"So much for that," he muttered, glancing down at the dog and only remotely aware that he'd said anything. Anubis looked up, frowning a little. "There's an empty spot across from him.Surely your mother won't mind taking that one instead?" Since he didn't seem much bothered by the thought of his mother's upcoming death.