The Karouliotan ascetic elder Philaretos, when nearing his end, called his co-ascetic neighbor, Gabriel, to come to him and bring a pick-axe and shovel. “Brother come, my end is near. I must prepare for my trip.
By your love, let us go a bit further away from my hut.” He got up with great difficulty. As they arrived at a spot between some rocks where they found some soil, Elder Philaretos lay down. “Here is the place where my grave is going to be. Measure it and dig it, to be ready.” Father Gabriel marked the measurements on the ground and started digging.
About a week later Father Philaretos, the friend of the desert and of virtue, departed from this temporary life.
from An Athonite Gerontikon