On a side street in Cambria.
Ever wonder where it stops?
The city's largest cemetery.
Hmm...
Don't believe me?
Look at this:
Now that's nice. Things are clarified.
Except there are no bridges on Bridge Street.
Okay let's move on.
It's a long and dusty road:
Where does it lead?
Hold on, there's another sign:
And wouldn't it be nice if life had signs like this?
You've got 500 days, 5 months, or even 5 minutes.
A little warning would be appreciated...
But then, suddenly, there you are:
Count it. Twice reminded that this is a cemetery. What else could it be, an exposition of finely polished granite?
But let's get serious. This is a place for dead people.
And we must respect their transitions.
Still there's hope: (look at the size of that mailbox!)
Makes me happy to know friends and relatives can still get in touch, albeit snail mail.
And there must be one Hell-uva-party after 4:00 pm.
And please don't intrude upon us.
But let's get serious.
Besides tombstones, there are drawers.
And in one of these my ashes will reside
With Deb's.
She might be stuck with me for a while.
In fact, you will be able to find us in the third vault over, second row down, fourth over...
I think...
or is the the fifth?
Oh heck, just surprise me!
Life and death always do.
But I'm certain about what will be engraved on our little copper sign:
At the end, nothing remains but love
