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Hi;
True story. Very many years ago, I spent a summer working for a cemetery department. We had been digging a grave for most of the morning, then broke for lunch before putting the coffin liner in place. We approached the hole after lunch. At the bottom of the hole Joe looked up. Jenny turned and looked up as well. Not a word was spoken. We picked up our shovels. They picked up their impedimenta and departed. Kind of put some fun into grave circumstances.
Regards, rjccjr
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