What have we done

Ralph and Woostermire stood on the edge of the grave they had just dug. The somber and overcast weather mixed well with the mood that normally accompanied grave digging.
“That’s a nice one,” Ralph said.
“Yep,” Woostermire agreed. He always agreed.
“Wanna go grab a beer?”
“Yep.”
The two men walked back toward their truck, and threw their shovels into the bed. Ralph cranked the truck, and then slowly pulled out onto the damp gravel road. Ralph turned to Woostermire and asked, “You don’t think going for a drink at ten in the morning is a bit strange do ya? I just can’t help but think that it is weird. You know what we do. It’s not like we are the first gravediggers. We get a slip of paper early in the morning with a time and location of where we have to dig a grave. We get to some location that is usually devoid of life, and dig a grave where a hot pink X is painted. It is just weird if you think about it. The money is excellent, the hours are great, and its not like the work is hard. We never have more than three in a day. I haven’t ever thought of checking out a site after we left have you?”
Woostermire shook his head.
“Me either.”