In the end, you become a simple tender of the dead.
It's a simple job that you can honestly do without real effort. Besides, there's a certain poetry to it. A phantom taking care of the deceased.
A quick data-dump has the language in your head, although it'll take some studying on your own to make yourself comfortable with. Artificially inserting languages is an old hat trick, but pronunciation is always difficult at first and expanding your vocabulary an honest necessity. Even a language pack as little as a decade out of date can be missing out on important vocabulary, slang, and accents. And that's without even going into regional dialects.
The next week sees you settling into your position with little issue.
The listening post looks after itself mostly. You just take note of anything out of the ordinary and write up a report every once in awhile. Quite honestly, your 'cover' job takes more work and that's just laying out simple magicks. A trick to keep the weeds from taking root, and use of a subtle wind spell keeps the grass in check. The most aggravating part of the day is cleaning up litter. Sure, you have a form of limited telekinesis but that doesn't stop discarded beer cans from ending up in the darndest places.
While you keep entertained in your off hours a little by playing around on the internet (a benefit to manning a listening post is a free high-speed connection with an obscene amount of bandwidth.) you get most of your amusement from watching over the graves.
Or rather, those who come to see them.
It's a little rude and voyeuristic to be sure.
But those who come to a cemetery do it as much for themselves as for the departed.
In particular, one has caught your eye...
[ ] A girl in blue, come to see the mother she never knew.
[ ] A boy in red, seeking answers from the dead.
[ ] A widow, who's heart even now belongs to the one below.
