My condo is located in a small development adjacent to a cemetery. Not only does this feed The Boy’s notion that the development should be called “God’s Waiting Room” – due to the geriatric nature of many of my neighbors – but i am often witness to funerary rituals that leave me saying ‘what the fuck?’
Last weekend, i got a “new neighbor” on Saturday – seeing the gravediggers do their business on my way out to the market, and later seeing them prepare for a graveside service as i went out for a ride on the motorcycle.
As i was coming home at lunch today, i caught a glimpse of some modifications to the mound of flowers on the newest gravesite. Worth a closer look…
Autumn is in the air, and it seems a pumpkin appeared…
Well, lookit that? A ghost in the graveyard!
Awww… not just a ghost, but a ghost that’s been impaled through the eye with a pumpkin stem! A nice fuzzy spider and a rubber bat to complete the tableau!
Oh, but wait, we’re not done until there are rubber cockroaches and a nice black rubber skeleton in place!
Ok. i know there’s no prescribed method for grieving. But i couldn’t help but imagine the discussion that started with Mom greeting the kids after school:
Momma: Hey, kids! It’s nice outside today! Do you wanna go decorate Grampa’s grave?
Little Margie: Wow, Momma! That’ll be swell!
Billy, Jr.: Can we decorate for halloween? Make it spooky?
Little Margie: We promise that no matter how gruesome this is if you really think about it, we won’t wake up screaming in the middle of the night thinking that Zombie Grampa is coming to get us!
i dunno. Maybe it didn’t play out that way. But i sort of like these people. Especially because they took a sharpie and had everyone sign the pumpkin – including the inscription “We don’t die, we multiply!”