Rest in peace, what exactly does this mean? Well, I would say part of
it means to leave people's graves alone! Let me tell you a true story.
(All my writings are true stories and experiences!) I worked for this
daily pay temp service back in the late 1990's; they sent me on an
assignment which I really didn't want to take. But I was broke and
needed the money! I was sent over to a cemetery for grounds keeping or
something to that effect. I arrived and gave the head honcho my time
slip and he said hop on the tractor with the others. So were waiting
around (smoking cigarettes and talking) for someone to come out and
tell us what needs to be done. Well, the guy comes out and starts the
tractor and says were going to be cleaning off grave sights today. I'm
there thinking 'what in the hell is he talking about'? The tractor
pulls up to the first grave sight that had some trinkets or whatever
left by loved ones, he then said that "any graves with contraband must
be cleaned of the plot, the only thing that is to remain is natural
flowers, everything else must be thrown in the back of the tractor for
disposal." I thought 'WHAT!!!" Doesn't that make me a grave robber! I
reluctantly started removing stuff off all these graves. Some of the
other temps treated it like a free for all shopping spree! Putting in
their pockets what ever would fit! There was all kinds of stuff on
these grave sights. Some stuff looked pretty expensive! Man, there was
everything, little marble pyramids, toys, matchbox cars, stuffed
animals, and I've heard from others that had been working there for
awhile that they would sometimes come across new full whiskey bottles,
woman's underwear, you name it, some one probably left it on a grave
plot! I was guilty of thinking about keeping some of the stuff, but I
assure you, I left with nothing more than I came with! As the day wore
on, I tried to put it out of my head what I was doing for a few
dollars. Then in the realm of my heart, all hell broke loose! I came
across this one grave site of a husband and father, I seen this zip
lock baggy attached to the head stone. Inside of it was this Easter
card. It was out of sheer morbid curiosity that I opened the baggy and
began to read the greeting card. It was from a little boy who missed
his father and on the card he was begging him to come back. THAT WAS
IT, I'VE HAD IT, IM DONE FOR THE DAY I YELLED!!! I broke down by some
man's grave that I didn't even know and wept like a sissy!!! By the way
I was alone during this time. I needed the money, but yet I can't bring
myself to complete the assignment! All I did was disappear and hide out
for the remainder of the day and soon as it was quitting time, I
reappeared to get my time ticket so I could go and get paid. I can't
believe nobody missed me! I went and got paid and told them there's no
way in hell I'm going back there again!!! I went next store to the
party store, spent some of the money on some smokes and some beer, then
went home and got tore!!!!!!!!!up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
