Another grim task

My father found "our" beloved stray male cat--the one who loved to stay on the doormat of our front door--dead under our van in the garage late this evening. My parents last saw him alive yesterday morning, all beaten up and grievously wounded after what was apparently a ferocious fight with another tom cat. Since it was too late in the evening (nearly 11pm) to go dig a grave in our garden for the poor thing, we had to wrap the body in newspaper, place it into a trash bag and leave it under our santol tree in the meantime. We plan to dig a grave and bury it tomorrow morning.