We made an early Memorial Day pilgrimage to Fort Collins this week to visit the graves of Mom's relatives. I've always loved the cemetery up there. It's old, and treed, and they still let you plant flowers on the graves (my family's flower of choice? The peony), and they haven't caved in to the reprehensible custom of requiring that all the headstones be laid flat to make mowing easier.
When we visit the cemetery, I like to also take a stroll around to survey the funerary art. The marker pictured below caught my eye and made me laugh:
I wonder if their family is shocked, or if they're used to the smart-alecking by now.