We were speaking of roadtrips and fun places to go. Leadville came up, because we both think it's a funky little 'berg, because you gotta have the funk. I mentioned having picnics in the town's cemetery with a bottle of wine, which was lauded as a good idea. Although, when I mentioned people were just dying to get to the cemetery, I was greeted with a groan and an eyeroll, and I don't know why.
"Of course, the people across the street from the cemetery can't be buried there," I said.
"Really? Why?"
"Because they ain't dead yet," I replied.
"Goddamnit," She snorted, burying her face in her hands, "I have no words."
A sociopath, or, perhaps a sadistic man, would have found glee in her reaction. Of course I am neither. Aren't you thankful?
