It was no surprise that Pierce had an interest in cemeteries. They weren't creepy to him, nor did they repel him. Each one was different, blending somber elegance, remembrance, history, and art in a peaceful, but sometimes neglected setting. Perhaps he was a bit of a taphophile but no matter. The preservation of cemeteries was important to him, and it should be to most - respect the dead. It was a simple concept. We didn't go through all of this bullshit known as life only to have our final places of rest covered with even more crap.
He saw a girl kneeling by a gravesite and he was curious but didn't want to disturb her, so he merely stole a few glances before bending to remove some debris from a neighboring gravestone - excess twigs and leaves and the like. Once he brushed all of that aside he felt better as he peered at the name on the stone, then stood back up.