There's a lake I go to, where as a kid my family would take me every year. It's a beautiful lake and here is where I find most of my prey. Driving up to the lake, I stopped in town. It sits five miles from the lake, but is the only town near it. I ate and then headed to the cemetery, where I walked up to a grave.
"Hey, Mr. Henderson" I said as I placed flowers on his grave. "Hard to believe it's been 6 years since you died. But I keep the tradition alive."