Just got back from the cemetary a few minutes ago.


Sunday afternoons are the best time to go. It's really quiet -the weather was cool and windy - and ALL all the flowers are kinda neat to see.

On the way home the subject of "where are you going to end up?" was discussed and it always ends in the "Why would I care, I'm dead...." answer.


The one thing about burying this moron here in the States is the fact that we can.

I look at it as an F U to the parents for not claiming the body and the idiots who thought what these two did was O.K........

In any other country - had you gone and pulled off any kind of a terrorist act - people would be hard pressed to find enough of you to bury.

This is what separates us from the rest of the world?