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Family members were devastated after discovering that their loved ones’ remains may have been buried in the wrong place in a Detroit cemetery. Gethsemane Cemetery started exhuming 20 bodies Monday in a process expected to be completed Wednesday, the Detroit News reports. It’s not clear how many of those may have been mixed up, but the police department is working with the city to make sure families get answers. The investigation started earlier this year when relatives complained that a teenager was not buried in the gravesite they had purchased, ClickOnDetroit reports.
The family could not locate their deceased relative, the Detroit Free Press reports, and requested his body be exhumed. They ultimately discovered four bodies were buried at his gravesite, none of them his. From there, the city set up a hotline for other concerned families, and out of 52 credible complaints, authorities deemed the 20 in question to be worthy of further investigation—meaning their remains will be dug up. The cemetery is not commenting on the matter publicly.
Sounds like a twisted plot.
Okay, okay…but does it affect them voting?
Privately, they’re saying, “Oh, shit.”
Assholes. It’s almost like losing them again, emotionally. Can’t trust anybody.
No problem, as long as they’re voting where they should be.
Don’t worry about where the dead physical body is,worry about where the spirit has gone.🤗welcome thou good and faithful servant or 😥😣 depart from me for I never knew you.
I would bet “every” cemetery has issues. Even in a little town of 300, we had issues as the result of an inept clerk.
I hope they don’t forget to notify the registrar of voters of their change of address once they’re re-interred there at the cemetary.
They told the registrar, “You’re going to have to recheck your records.”
(My two spelling pet peeves)
I went to school with the gravedigger at the local bone orchard. Guy is a drop dead drunk (his nickname is Digger). I could see him mixing up graves.
Eh…I don’t care….It’s a dead issue to me.
“A fish rots from the head.”
When the Usurper, Vice Usurper, House, Senate, and most State Governors are criminals, you have to expect most others to follow the ample examples.
There’s a saying (among the spics … er … mexicans … whatever, I think) that if a president steals, his ministers will kill.
izlamo delenda est …
…it’s been going on so long, Shakespeare wrote about it…
“Second Clown
‘Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or
a carpenter?’
First Clown
Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Second Clown
Marry, now I can tell.
First Clown
To’t.
Second Clown
Mass, I cannot tell.
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance
First Clown
Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull
ass will not mend his pace with beating; and, when
you are asked this question next, say ‘a
grave-maker: ‘the houses that he makes last till
doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a
stoup of liquor.
Exit Second Clown
He digs and sings
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,
O, methought, there was nothing meet.
HAMLET
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he
sings at grave-making?
HORATIO
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
HAMLET
‘Tis e’en so: the hand of little employment hath
the daintier sense.
First Clown
[Sings]
But age, with his stealing steps,
Hath claw’d me in his clutch,
And hath shipped me intil the land,
As if I had never been such.
Throws up a skull
HAMLET
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:
how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were
Cain’s jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It
might be the pate of a politician, which this ass
now o’er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
might it not?
HORATIO
It might, my lord.
HAMLET
Or of a courtier; which could say ‘Good morrow,
sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord?’ This might
be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord
such-a-one’s horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?
HORATIO
Ay, my lord.
HAMLET
Why, e’en so: and now my Lady Worm’s; chapless, and
knocked about the mazzard with a sexton’s spade:
here’s fine revolution, an we had the trick to
see’t. Did these bones cost no more the breeding,
but to play at loggats with ’em? mine ache to think on’t.
First Clown
[Sings]
A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet:
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
Throws up another skull
HAMLET
There’s another: why may not that be the skull of a
lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets,
his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he
suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the
sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of
his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be
in’s time a great buyer of land, with his statutes,
his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers,
his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines, and
the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him
no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than
the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The
very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in
this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha?
HORATIO
Not a jot more, my lord.
HAMLET
Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
HORATIO
Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.
HAMLET
They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance
in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose
grave’s this, sirrah?
First Clown
Mine, sir.
Sings
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
HAMLET
I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in’t.
First Clown
You lie out on’t, sir, and therefore it is not
yours: for my part, I do not lie in’t, and yet it is mine.
HAMLET
‘Thou dost lie in’t, to be in’t and say it is thine:
’tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
First Clown
‘Tis a quick lie, sir; ’twill away gain, from me to
you.
HAMLET
What man dost thou dig it for?
First Clown
For no man, sir.
HAMLET
What woman, then?
First Clown
For none, neither.
HAMLET
Who is to be buried in’t?
First Clown
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she’s dead.”
-“Hamlet”, Act 5, Scene 1
See whut happens when they start cleaning up the voting records…
I was there when the ones close to me were buried. No switcheroo on the way to the cemetery either.
Fauci belongs next to Jimmy Hoffa…NOW!
“I was there when the ones close to me were buried. No switcheroo on the way to the cemetery either.”
Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. I mean, theoretically I can see extra bodies being added when no one is there but aren’t most people at the gravesite when their loved ones are buried?
What am I missing?
Worst thing than can happen to you is to wake up after being buried and find out you are in the wrong hole!
@ǝpɐɥsʇɥɓᴉuɹǝdnS
Thanketh to thee for that bonetickle, my lord. P’raps thou hath kindled in’t me onc’d a mere flame to a squire’s bonfire for wordthings such as thou hath here given.
My Epitaph: “This Is A Great Way To Lose Weight”.