He wasn't really sure what he was expecting.
Bentley had said she had forcefully blasted her way out of her grave. But for some reason, Xander had pictured something a little cleaner than the sight in front of him now. It was as if a whole chunk of the beautiful hill had been assaulted with a bulldozer. Heaping patches of dried up earth stained the hillside brown. Uprooted flowers withered in clumps on the ground. The sight was already almost unbearable to see, but the worst image of all was the dark earthy hole, decorated with filthy stringy roots, burrowing six feet into the ground.
Xander couldn't stand it. He immediately started scooping up the piles of discarded dirt and throwing them back into the pit from whence they came. He'd been the one who dug this grave in the first place, he might as well be the one to fill it in after Bentley destroyed it.