The popular dead guy across the street.

Last winter, I moved into a house across the street from a cemetery. Not sort-of across the street, as in, down the road and across the street, but immediately across the street. If-I-press-the-gas-too-hard-when-backing-out-of-the-driveway,-I’ll-end-up-desecrating-someone’s-grave across the street. As someone who likes to avoid all things death, yet who simultaneously spends an inordinate amount of time thinking […]