That next Tuesday I found myself at Good Hope cemetery whacking weeds around tombstones. And helping bury bodies (Bernie didn't tell me I'd be helping out with that task until after he hired me).
My arm is sore. I'm generally soaked through the bone with sweat. I'm exhausted. I've sprained my ankle and my arm. But truth be told, I enjoy it. It's peaceful. The cemetery's are beautiful. No one talks back to you ('cause everyone's dead, get it?). I'm getting into better shape. I'm getting sun. I get to see Bernie's kids - Chuck and Mike - more often. The guys I work with are great and Bernie's an excellent boss. And I look forward to going to work.
Whodathunk.
=) i concur. cemeteries have always been one of my favorite haunts.
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