So, I drove all the way out to Fabens (about 30 miles east of El Paso) to get fresh honey. Before I got to the honey store, I was distracted by the graveyard. How could I not be?
An imposing stone fence…with freakishly huge Italian Cypress trees behind it. AAAH! Those buggers scare the beejeebers out of me. They weren’t as panic-inducing as some of the mammoth trees on Montana Street in El Paso. But, their looming arrangment was enough to squick me out and force me back to my car. And straight to the other side of the cemetery where the bodies are.
Every time I walk through a cemetery, I think about when I’ll be in one. Will my grave attract interested visitors? How do I make my epitaph worthy of a laugh?
If I ever get some money, I will commission a sculpture of me as a life-size vampire for my awesomely awesome party grave. I think my epitaph will be, “Boo! Joke’s on yoo.” mmm. That kinda sucked.
Gosh. Aren’t I cheery.