"I'll do it," George said quickly. He had a strong, stomach-turning aversion to watching them dig and just waiting for Michael's corpse to poke out of the ground.
He crept cautiously back across the field, but Lucifer was nowhere in sight. Neither was Zadkiel or Uriel, and George didn't know what to make of that at all. Maybe they had fought? Maybe they'd teleported to the moon? He shook his head and unlocked the trunk, pulling tarp and rope out. It would be easier to carry a corpse out that way then trying to carry it like a person.