The town grew like an unknown tumour, slowly engulfing the surrounding parishes and replacing their centuries old names with its own - Tewkespool. Soon it had a total of twelve churches each with their own sprawling graveyard and each in risk of losing their graveyard so that new housing can be built to accommodate the constant influx of residents.
It wasn't uncommon to have a block of flats surrounded by tombstones from as early as the 1500's, some even used them as decoration for the lobby areas or community gardens. Morbid as it may seem it was still better than losing the markers altogether and having the deceased be forgotten by their descendants.
It was kinder to let them still have somewhere to mourn, kinder to leave the dead somewhere to return to on their anniversaries rather than leaving them to wander the town unchecked and untethered. A soul without a home soon begins to ponder their existence and the extent of their somewhat physical self.
It only leads to poltergeist forming where you least expect it. Just last week one came through the wall of a bakery and nearly burnt it all down purely because they wanted to know if they could still move things and they just so happened to move the temperature gauge up to a ridiculous degree.
Absolute bloody pests when they don't have a tombstone to linger by, waiting for relatives that aren't likely to visit, with the sudden increase of poltergeist activity following the latest tower of flats to be built in the new way - that is to say, over consecrated ground and with all the stones removed.
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