Four years ago, Lucille Rembert brought flowers to her husband’s grave at Royal Palm Cemetery.
But as she looked down, she started to cry. Another woman had been buried next to him — in her spot.
“I said, ‘Oh no, not again,’ ” she recalled recently.
In 1995, the cemetery buried a man in the plot she bought next to her husband. She agreed to move her husband’s body to a place with room for her.
Now they wanted to move him again.
At the local rural cemetery things are filling up fast. I put down my rock to mark my place. That tends to discourage poachers. Unfortunately this cemetery has a section dating back to early days when many graves were unmarked or marked with simple field stones with no markings. The living don’t know where the graves are.
I have wondered if municipalities might be wise to purchase a nice location with a grove of trees where people can scatter the ashes of cremations and forget burials.
Given the quality of management at the facility, one wonders if the headstones even correspond to graves.
What an uninteresting story. I could almost bet it had been posted by Cherman.
Happened to my aunt right now. They buried a guy in the middle of a family plot. Stone and all.