This is a bloody old shovel... What? It is.... Oh you want more... ummmm............
This used to be an ordinary rusty piece of crap excuse for a shovel, owned by the father of lychfield graveyard's current gravekeeper, who was also the gravekeeper. While he made an honest living in that job, he also had a side business in grave robbing. One day, Lira Grey, the mayor of Bowerstone at that time, came by, to pay respects to her father, who had passed a month before. She knocked on the gravekeeper's door, so she could have him open the gate, and when he opened it, he saw her, littered with jewels, worn freely throughout her body. He took her to her father's grave, then took his shovel, and bashed her head in with it. He took her jewels and sold them off, and buried her in her father's grave. Next, the Chief's wife, from knothole glade, came by to pay her respects to her late grandfather. And it became the same story as with Lira. Soon, the foolish gravekeeper had amassed a pile of bodies in one grave. Then one day, he came to make sure everything was secure there, when the corpses of those he killed rose, Undead. They beat him within an inch of his life, then returned to the grave, satisfied with their revenge. In his last moments, the gravekeeper attempted to write in his blood, "I FAILED", to let his...unsavory customers know what had happened. They stuck him in the grave with those he murdered, and his shovel too. So there's the story of the bloody old shovel you hold in your hand now. Happy? No? Too bad.

In case you didn't see, the shovel and longbow together cause weapon/quiver clipping.