Several years ago, Christ Episcopal Church property warden Stanley Stanley was working on the gas furnace in the dirt basement when he felt a poke in the back.
He reached around and pulled a human femur out of the dirt, then a rib bone.
“I didn’t go digging around there anymore,” said Stanley, now retired at age 82.
This is somewhat a fact of life in colonial churches. Like London, where mass burials have taken place since Roman times. It’s basically one huge graveyard. Check out Catharine Arnold’s “Necropolis: London and its Dead”. There is even a place in the Tube, I think near Piccadilly, where the track curves a little instead of being straight because the builders either could not, or were unwilling to, blast the tunnel through a mass grave.
God rest all their souls…