Just some bits and pieces I have laying around
in my
Macabre Notebook:
Here lies
Ezekial Aikle
Age 102
The Good
Die Young.
The children of Israel wanted bread
And the Lord sent them manna,
Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.
I wish I had made this story up-
it would have made me
famous
| Gravediggers held BBQ in cemetery |
Gravediggers in a Belgian city have been criticised for holding a barbecue party in a cemetery.
It follows a complaint from a couple who visited the cemetery at Merksem, Antwerp, to visit the grave of their son.
François and Magda Boljau were shocked to find the gravediggers holding a party in a shed at the cemetery, reports Het Nieuwsblad.
Mrs Bolijau said: “It was happening only 15 metres from his grave. The music of ‘Sex bomb, sex bomb’ was coming very loud from the loudspeakers.
“Children were playing between the graves. I couldn’t stand it and ran away in tears.”
Alderman Erwin Pairon, who is responsible for Antwerp’s cemeteries, said he was very annoyed with the gravediggers.
The gravediggers insisted they held a party every year in the same shed and that nobody had complained before.
But Alderman Pairon said: “Next year, they have to move. I understand it is very upsetting for the parents to have to listen to a party when they came to mourn.”
In a fight I’d have to say
Would have kicked
butt
up
one side of the street
and down
the other.
Irregular Bones 
“The music of ‘Sex bomb, sex bomb’ was coming very loud from the loudspeakers.”
That is brilliant. Write the story and do not tell anyone the inspiration. Wait, too late you told!
Max, Max, Max…it just requires a bit of creativity.
Bet I can pull it off.
amm
I’ll put my money on our Anita Marie!
Hugs and kisses,
GwenGuin
but my real middle name is
Marie….
They were just mad cuz they weren’t invited to the party.
Gwen gets to be team Captain!
and you’re probably right Mari-
I used to Rollerblade through the cemetery I worked at – it was during lunch and NO I didn’t roll by services in progress.
Oh…and during the winter when it snowed I used to build snowmen along the cemetery fence line-
Life is great.
There are some who are really creeped by cemeteries. I babysat a two year old boy who lived a block from a fantastic, ancient cemetery. We took stroller rides there every day. Until his father found out. Sammy begged his dad to take him to the ‘some-is-scary’ for a full month, but he refused. I only babysat for Sammy at night after that. Too dangerous, otherwise.
Bo
I used to like to go the really old cemeteries in the South where I grew up- the old gravestones were fascinating. As for the cemetery workers’ BBQ, well, life goes on!
Hey…they are Memorial Parks…right?