It was a beautiful day for a funeral. It seems like a strange thing to say but it was a beautiful spring day after many days of rain. The sun was bright but not hot. The sky was clear blue with just a few wispy clouds. There were so many flowers at the funeral home, even though the family had told them to donate instead. It was packed with friends and family and they told the old stories. The preacher recounted what a exemplary life you had led and how a room in heaven was being prepared. Then everyone drove to the cemetery, it was such a long procession that bystanders wondered if someone famous had died. Once in the cemetery, everyone formed a semi circle around the old oak tree. Finally after the mourners left the grave was filled and the tombstone erected.
If you drop a penny in a jar for every time you had sex the first year of your marriage, you can take a penny out the rest of your marriage and there still would be pennies left in the jar. Works with visits to the cemetery too.
Your spouse passed on and the gravestone had no flowers or visitors on memorial day. The grounds crew of the cemetery does a half assed job of weed eating around the stone. The oak tree is dying and soon will be cut down and hauled off for firewood. Now your legacy is nothing more than a link on the ancestery.com page and some old photos in the picture book that gets taken out of the attic and handed down until it gets thrown away. Over time the inscription on the grave will become faint and eventually time and the elements will wear it down to nothing. Just like your legacy. Putting markers on graves and believing that we will not be forgotten is the vanity of thinking apes.
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