Things I could live without re-living
I'm going to spare you the sob story as to why I was in this situation last night, mostly because it's not mine to tell... but whatever.
So, last night I'm driving through a cemetary. It's after dark, so we have the high beams on briefly to see exactly where the road is (you NEVER want to veer off the road in a cemetary... I'm not speaking from experience, more a position of terror when I imagine hitting a fucking tombstone).... and to the left I see a couple big piles of dirt. Creepy, but not overly such, as you have to accept a certain amount of earth moving in such a place.
Then I saw him.
I actually saw some guy digging with a shovel.
I can only assume he was digging a grave. At night. And there was nobody else around.
Fuck. Me.
I'm pretty sure I could go the rest of my life quite happily never re-living that particular moment. That's how fucking horros movies start.....
So, last night I'm driving through a cemetary. It's after dark, so we have the high beams on briefly to see exactly where the road is (you NEVER want to veer off the road in a cemetary... I'm not speaking from experience, more a position of terror when I imagine hitting a fucking tombstone).... and to the left I see a couple big piles of dirt. Creepy, but not overly such, as you have to accept a certain amount of earth moving in such a place.
Then I saw him.
I actually saw some guy digging with a shovel.
I can only assume he was digging a grave. At night. And there was nobody else around.
Fuck. Me.
I'm pretty sure I could go the rest of my life quite happily never re-living that particular moment. That's how fucking horros movies start.....
posted by Iain @ 9:41 AM
2 Comments:
At 12:49 AM,
Anonymous said…
This may or may not come as a surprise to you, but I've got kinda a funny story about digging a grave in a cemetery.
So, my brother and I were helping the graveyard caretaker out because his regular crew was busy with something else (rough week for some people, I assume), and for whatever reason we had to dig this six foot grave by hand. Now with the three of us was this other old guy who was there helping as best he could but generally taking it easy. anyways, we're digging, digging, probably get four feet down, and the old guy stands up, and looks at the head stone for the first time (now that it's at eye level). Then he says "(whatever-dead-guys-name-was) is dead? When did that happen? I knew that guy!".
After that, he kinda stopped helping and just sat around, leaving basically my brother and I to dig out the grave.
Also, we had to put a bunch of the soil in the back of the caretaker's truck so he could use it as top soil in his garden.
I was just happy that we didn't find any extra bones down there.
At 9:42 AM,
Iain said…
Top soil? Really?
I hope it was for flowers... cuz if it was for vegetables or herbs or something, that just creeps me right the fuck out!
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