Aunt Mavis
I have met the enemy and he is us. Pogo
While visiting my beloved mother’s headstone in the town I grew up in I couldn’t help but notice something. Everyone is equal at this place.
Medieval people were particularly morose, viewing death on a daily public basis. Can't find the image I was looking for, of a medieval tombstone with a scary skeleton saying something similar to this.
I’m not trying to be disrespectful but, some dead people still want to be recognized as more special than others. This seems like a good time to be humble.