Lost Friends. Ghost Detective Short Stories, #2

At the farthest corner of the cemetery, a very special mausoleum stands vigil. Tall, solid, and spacious, it houses the remains of our town's Jane and John Does. The bodies nobody claimed. Two police officers arrive with a new urn, to be placed in a slot without a name. Clothilde and Robert, the cemetery's only resident ghosts, attend the funeral from their side of the veil. Most people need time to come to grips with being a ghost.
Most people scream for days. When a young girl pops out of the urn without so much as a squeak, Clothilde and Robert know they have a challenging new case on their hands.