It had been classed as a member of Tanglewood for about a week now, with nothing to do. It had grown bored, and in its boredom, had decided it was going to take action. It needed to do something or else it would probably die again a second time of restlessness, and while that didn't sound unpleasant, it figured Death had granted it life again for a reason. Albeit confused, the Reverend did what it thought it was being told, for now.

It seated itself at the entrance to the Cemetery, where it could usually be found, and called loud enough for most everyone to hear; "Members, come get your weekly tasks!"