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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Your Final Resting Place is Just a Phone Call Away

AHHHHHHHHH!

I'm never answering my phone again.

I just got a call from the Squirrel Hill Cemetery asking if I would like to reserve a plot for when I die.

Me: This is by far the creepiest conversation I've had today.
Cemetery-Telephone Marketer: It's still early.

I said I wasn't from the area and probably won't want to be buried in PA. Now I'll be paranoid that I'm going to die in some humorous and embarrassing accident for the rest of the day. It's just like my life in irony to say no thanks to a burial plot and then die plotless.

Eep.

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