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Tomb wrecks are real tombstones that make us laugh. No photoshop work is done here (except to cover the names of the victims). We know death can be a touchy subject, and no disrespect is intended. We view this as the lighter side of the other side. While we welcome your photo submissions, we absolutely do not condone trespassing or damaging grave markers. Don't wreck a potential wreck! :o)
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There are a lot of those at this cemetary we have here where the ground is a unique sandy mixture, and the bodies preserve really well. They exhumed one that had been there 20 years I think, and looked like she just went into the ground. Creepy.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't call that a wreck. I like markers with portraits and his wasn't scary looking like some and the poem actually has some semblance of meter and make sense without sounding like it was written by a 12 year old drama queen. That doesn't happen often.
ReplyDeleteI agree; it isn't too bad for a "rhyme-y" poem. It was pretty tacky, though, to leave the barcode sticker on the plastic flowers on the right. I can see why people would want to leave plastic flowers as opposed to real ones, but at least get rid of the price tag first!
ReplyDeleteAm I the only one who read that first line as a threat?
ReplyDeleteThey could have given credit to the author of the poem, Judith Bulock Morse.
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