Read this article by Espeaks.

The story reminds me of my own experience. Two years ago my house got burglaredburgled. Everything in the house was intact, except for the safety box. Our staircase bore the brunt of the box’s weight as it was forcefully rolled down the steps, pushed across the living room, across the porch and out of our house forever. Dad’s car which was parked at the porch also suffered multiple scratches.

The next day we received a call from an undertaker at a chinese cemetery. He found all our important documents albeit a little drenched (damn rainstorm) next to a safety box that had been pried open. As Dad drove into the cemetery to retrieve our documents, he saw broken safes dotted across the hills. Like tombstones, testament to all the crimes that had been commited.

So yeah don’t cover that ugly garden patch with cement.