When a Cat Coffin is a Cake Box...

When dear grey PD Budd died of a mouth ulcer in January the ground was frozen solid and covered in snow, of course. So, he was boxed up by the Vet in this large cardboard cake box. Then I put in my friend's deep freezer which she keeps in her garage. We would wait until a warm spring day for his burial... 5 months later.
(A benefit to my friend: she discovered a frozen turkey in the freezer she had forgotten all about.)
It was 80º here which must be about 26ºC. Warm enough for his internment. Odd weather changes since it was 32º F two days before today! This is PD's gravesite before covering with soil, planting a fine evergreen tree, and laying a very large flat stone on top to discourage hungry wild animals. In the distance Uncle Buddy Budd's black granite stone marks PD's best friend's grave. 
I have never had an animal/pet grave yard before. Another cat lover had Uncle Buddy's granite marker made for him and mailed it to me. He died a year ago this month. 
Friday the 13th seems an auspicious day for such activities. The "trench" was dug by good neighbour, Dick, using his pet Kubota blade/backhoe toy. Still new enough that when he was finished he drove it home and gave it a good washing. It still looks brand new after two years.
The wren sang the entire time from the tree and his nest box (yesterday's blip). Cheerful fellow!

Environmental note:
The insects and birds have loved that tree stump to death. It is one of several white pines. I live on a bog and white pines suffer from too much wet. Please note, if you will, the quality of our New England "topsoil"! Stones running up in size to real boulders the natives call soil.