There's a cemetery on Route 108 in Clarksville, just east of River Hill High School. I don't usually notice it when I drive by. The entrance is modest and set back from the road a bit. When you're driving by, you really have to almost be looking for the graveyard to even realize it's there. Up until today, that is.
You see, when I drove by the cemetery late this afternon, there was a big sign in front of it. It looked to be about 5 feet by 7 feet, with a bright red background, and large white block letters. The message on it was simple and to the point. Staring out at the passing traffic were three short words -- "Memorial Day Sale."
When I first saw the sign, it took me a moment to realize what they were selling. At first, I thought that some slightly twisted community group may have rented out the space to hold a yard sale. But, I didn't see any stalls set up. There was nothing other than the sign. That's when I realized that they were just selling grave plots -- at bargain basement prices, no less.
I understand that planning for the end is a necessary part of life. We're all going to die. I get that. Just a few days ago, in fact, I announced to the family that I plan to die exactly at age 74. That just seems like a good age. It's old enough that I'm guessing I'll have accomplished the vast majority of my life goals (yes, I do have some) but young enough that my body should still be in reasonably good shape and won't yet require any artifical ingredients or parts.
So, I get that I'll need to make my final arrangements at some point. But, knowing that there's a sale taking place isn't going to get me to make those arrangements any sooner.
What I'm really curious about is knowing who will see that sign and think "This is exactly what I've been waiting for -- a sale." I'm very tempted to hang out over at the cemetery tomorrow just to see who stops by. Aren't you?
