February 22, 2015 by L. A. Tobin
William Blakely-Cooper stared at his hands and wondered how much time he had before he’d be dead, these very hands rotting on his chest six feet below. Knowing where you’d like to be buried and discussing it with your family is one thing, but standing on the very grass that’s going to be laid over you soon is another.
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December 17, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson
There were well-meaning people in the support group who found solace in that mound of dirt above their loved one’s coffin. But she could never relate and seldom visited the cemetery.
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