The days of Galvston back in the 90s was the same...as depicted in the last pages of Erik Larson's Isaac's Storm
"the graves of Galveston give up their read almost overnight as wooden coffins drift up from the wreckage and flows into the main streets of the city, where they collided with houses and victims clasped within them"
"All the dead have rocks tided to their joints and the survivors prepared for seal burial. I place was picked and the bodies were dumped, by nightfall most of them returned to shore"
"water was high enough horses can drift unobstructed through the receding waters"
Its bad....very bad, :'(