Yesterday when driving back from fishing, burnt the hell up from the sun, and fishless, I drove past a huge cemetery. The cemetery was overcrowded with grave stones, big, small, fancy and plain. You could tell someone spent thousands of dollars on some of them, probably dipping into their savings. Others were modest – some were so small the names of the deceased could barely fit onto them. It reminded me of when you buy a really small birthday cake for a loved one and they have a long name like my daughter, and the cake decorator has a hard time fitting the name plus happy birthday on the cake. Some of the grave stones were so close to each other it appeared the bodies had to be overlapping in their caskets underground. I wondered how so many dead bodies managed to accumulate in such a small, quiet town and fill such a huge cemetery leaving it overflowing from one…
ain't allowed in Heaven