Deny Burial

If a creature under the control of an target rival
were to go to the graveyard, exile it instead.
And then a second horror took possession of my soul.
Burnt alive to ashes, my body dispersed by the four
winds, I might never lie in the tomb of the Hydes!
Was not my coffin prepared for me? Had I not a right
to rest till eternity amongst the descendants of Sir
Geoffrey Hyde?
The Tomb—H. P. Lovecraft