You might not know this, but I used to dig graves. Not with a shovel and a lantern in the middle of the night, but I really did dig them. We used a Bobcat but we finished them all by hand. I also made pizzas but that is off topic so stop asking me about it!
The cemetery is old and big. I had sixty thousand people under me! (ha). And one thing that always stuck with me were the stones from the late 19th century. Most of them had this poem on them that was really mean. I mean, it is hard for a dead person to be mean but how would YOU feel if you saw a gravestone that said:
Listen all you passers by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now soon you will be
Prepare for death and follow me