A prominant citizen emailed me and asked:
Randy, did you hear about the human jaw bone found at the end of your street on Edmonds ave yesterday?
I think I saw all the police acton yesterday at a consturction site, but I did not know the reason. Has anyone else heard about this?
In the next day or two I’ll ask around City Hall and see what the scoop is.
Yob ound it?
Ou ound my aw onw? awsoe!! I eed it ack oon!
http://www.komotv.com/news/18984969.html
I know it’s silly, but this sort of situation would be my worst nightmare. It probably has to do with seeing the movie Poltergeist as a kid.
“You moved the headstones but not the coffins!”
“Into the light, Carol Ann, into the liiiiiiiiight!”
Glad I’m not moving into that new house. [shudder]
Progress…
There a part of me that would like to be buried under one of the tree that I’ve planted. My great-grand kids could play on the tire swing, instead of going to a grave.
Re: Progress…
Well, that’d be fine, provided you could guarantee that your family would always own the land. Otherwise, your jawbone would be found in the flower bed of someone’s McMansion years later.
Interestingly, when I visited Vietnam a few years ago, the rural villagers all had above-ground concrete crypts for family members in their front yards. That sort of thing doesn’t freak me out for some reason, perhaps because they’re not hidden.
Re: Progress…
In Hong Kong – you were buried for a max of seven years. Not sure what happened after that. I’d be suspect of me to point out the thriving fish farming industry – so I won’t.
I wouldn’t care if I found bones in my yard – come to think about it, there’s sereral great spots for tomatoes in the back yard.
My house was built in 1907 – so that probably where the privy was 🙂
can they find the records of who owned that land around that time frame, to notify the family so they can bury him in a cemetery now? what do they do in this situation?