Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Cemeteries, Inscriptions, Obits, Oh My!





Sometimes I worry that I have an unhealthy preoccupation with cemeteries. They fascinate me. Especially at this time of the year – fall leaves, carved pumpkins, short days, dark nights, Halloween right around the corner.


Driving down an unfamiliar road, I see an old graveyard ahead and can’t resist. I have to stop and wander through, reading the stones’ epitaphs.


Remember these gems?


Here lies Lester Moore
four shots from a .44
No Les
No more

I Told You I Was Sick

Here's to Johnny quite a guy
Very sad he had to die
All was well could not be better
Till he wrote my girl a letter.

Wherever you be,
Let your wind go free.
For holding it in,
Was the killing of me.

Will reading the obituaries be next for me? Yes, I can see it coming…

“I get up each morning and dust off my wits, Open the paper, and read the Obits. If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead, So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!”  

So please tell me these aren't morbid preoccupations. You like old cemeteries and reading the obits, right?