4,000 years ago, Egyptian tourists in Scotland: let’s bury some figurines and stuff to mess with people in the future.
Maybe they were trying to sell their thatched hut, and their realtor told them to bury a likeness of King Tut in the front yard.
An old family cemetery sits on a ridge on my land in NC. The graves are marked with rocks at the head and foot. There’s even a monkey buried there that was brought back by a merchant marine member of the family. Years ago, I put a conch shell up there to mess with the future generation.