Funeral follies

After another weekend junket, I have made a horrific discovery that may forever alter the way I view... stuff.

Are you ready for this?

A few weeks ago, when we were in Alabama, we were getting in to town late and noticed, as we passed by a cemetery, that multiple graves were adorned with -- I kid you not -- glow-in-the-dark ornaments such as crosses and angels. Utterly tasteless, but I don't exactly frequent burial sites and was willing to ignore it as the latest thing in death-related accoutrement.

That was until we got to Southeast Missouri this past weekend, and saw no such adornments on the grave sites there.

So, I guess it must be a regional thing, something common to the Deep South, but possibly not anywhere else in the continental 48 (if I'm wrong, don't tell me; I really don't want to know). And I mean no disrespect to the people of the Deep South, which is a wonderful place full of friendly people who stay crunchy even in milk, but I have to draw the line at tombstone-related tackiness. Don't the dearly departed deserve better than cheap, ugly ornaments? I mean, come on. I look forward to the next level in this glowing trend, including inflatable Death and Dancing Jesus.