When the plant was at the old location, 127th & Cicero, Burr Oaks Cemetery was directly east. They've made national news now because of digging up graves to bury new corpses. Lay two on top of each other, then get rid of one to make room for a third coffin. This is a fairly famous cemetery, Emmett Till, the kid murdered in Money, Mississippi by white biggot asshole pricks, is buried here. Seeing an overhead view from our local newscam was sickening, far against the area that borders the Cal Sag Channel, a place I described in detail many times here, there were broken caskets, crypts, and VISIBLE BONES STICKING OUT OF THE DIRT. Police were tipped off by a gravedigger who thought that the four pictured had gone over the line when they dismembered a dead body so that it would fit into a smaller grave.
Preople ask me why I write what I write. I don't make this stuff up. Charles and Sid are from Louisiana, so they get it. But if I didn't write about things like this I might be walking around with a baseball bat with every intent to use it.
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I have NEVER understood the so-called "outrage" of such "crimes". They're dead bodies. I could not possibly care on whit less. Not the first molecular speck of a rat's ass. A dead body is less than a pile of dirt. It's not even dirt. A dead body doesn't care what happens to it. If no one's visiting a grave anymore, why not sell the spot to someone? I always felt sorry for the guy from some years back who was dumping bodies in a lake instead of incinerating them. Then he'd give the loved ones cement instead of ashes. It's like the old Monty Python skit when Eric Idle as the proprietor of the incinerator says: "Then we'll give you some ashes which you can pretend are hers."
It doesn't matter. This is a total non-story to me. I laugh and chuckle at the business acumen of the "criminals" selling the cemetery space.
I know what you mean, man. Every so often I look longingly at one of my guns and think, man I could make the world a better place. Or at least a more just place.
I must admit, soon as I read this I thought of you... :)
Go ahead and get it out of your system with your writing, friend.
Well at the very least, I feel for the living victims who were charged ridiculous costs for the burial equipment and real-estate that they didn't receive at a difficult time. That ain't right, that's fraud...and it's not clever, its against the law. For myself, I rather that they just let the morgue do whatever with me than waste the money. My mother commented that then no one could visit me. Well so what, if no one wanted to visit me when I was alone and alive in NY for 30 years, why bother when I'm dead? Whatevs.
I'm never surprised at the depths humanity can sink to, I'm afraid.
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