Peter looked into the hole. “Doesn’t look like four feet anymore. Maybe the frost heave from last winter moved him closer to the surface.”--It certainly happens with rocks in the vegetable garden. Why not dead bodies?

Blue jar--Travis McGee puts gasoline under his nose, but maybe that's because it's always handy. I'd go for the ointment, myself.

I so much wanted a pun about Fowler becoming fouler, but that's just plain juvenile.

Wonderful fic! Thanks so much for directing me to it.