The whole family was there, dressed more or less in nice clothes, discussing where the new box would go and how big of a mausoleum should be built. The gravedigger showed up at about 8, and set to with his pickax. The grave was covered with a shallow layer of cement, held up with a layer of sticks and logs. Underneath, sometimes they were filled with dirt, and sometimes just the box with the body is lowered into the ground and left as is. As the gravedigger (who had removed his shirt to keep it clean and to expose his beer belly) removed more and more of the cement, the family began to inch closer and closer in a circle around the grave. The gravedigger removed chunks of cement and logs, without any ceremony, and chucked them over the nearby cemetary rock wall. When the open grave was fully exposed, he jumped into the hole and peeled back the bag that had held the body (unlike the typical box made by the town carpenter, this was almost just a body bag) to expose the head, which he then covered with a white cloth.
After a short Coke break, he jumped back in the grave to remove the bones. First came the head, which was still sort of mouldy black color rather than a nice bleached white, and another pass to grab some of the hair that had fallen off. Then the rest in succession, shoulder blades, ribs, spine, arm bones, etc. Each bone got a perfunctory wipe with a white cloth before being placed into a little cloth-covered box, which did nothing to make them seem cleaner, they still looked very black and greasy. He even gathered all of the finger bones, almost seeming to count them to see if he found them all, digging around in the cloth and dirt and shirt that had covered the corpse. The leg bones he had to pull out of the pants that still seemed almost wearable.