empty grave

I'm going out on a limb here with this photo, since it's not artistic at all, but it does tell a story that I hope everyone will enjoy.

This is my great-grandmother's gravestone. She is not buried here.

My great-grandfather's family bought a family plot at the beginning of the last century. When his parents died, they were buried here, and matching stones were placed (early) for my great-grandfather and his wife, Helen. Every year after that, Helen would visit the graves of her in-laws and see her own in the process. She always found it peculiar to stand over her own gravestone, year after year, knowing that she would end up there some day.

As it turns out, she never ended up there. She was instead cremated with her husband, their ashes scattered in a location that was more meaningful 30 years later.

The moral of the story here seems to be that you never know exactly how things will end, even if you've seen your own grave.