When I buried LB my back was out and I couldn’t finish the grave, so D came and helped me with his backhoe/loader. We ended up with a big mound on the grave which I left there in fear of scavengers, even though LB was so big we made sure the grave is nice and deep. So I finished the marker some time ago but the weather went goopy and then my back went out and I forgot and this glove’s too big and the sun’s in my eyes and shut up. Anyway, now the grave is smoothed out and the headstone’s in place.
LB was a dork, but he certainly earned his place on Boot Hill. By coincidence I was working on the grave when Neighbor L happened by and stopped to chat. She pointed to the empty spot on the line between Ghost and LB and asked, “who’s going there?”
“That one’s mine,” I said.