"myself and two of my good friends who all live in ontario, went home this summer for a well deserved vacation. it was the first time i had been home in 6 years. we all decided that we were going to visit the graveyard to visit our departed loved ones, and to fix up the graves if they needed fixing. it soon became a large gathering because some of our relatives seen our cars parked alongside of the road. one of my friends was working very hard on her grandmothers grave, she pulled out all the weeds, took the piece of board with her grans's last name on it off, had my cousin make four trips up a hill with a wheelbarrel full of graval from the road, (he almost had a stroke.) she had the grave spot looking beautiful, but she decided to take the piece of board to stevensville the next day where she had a piece of plexi-glass cut, and she went into this engraving shop were she had a plaque made out with her gran's name on it. while waiting for the plaque to be finished she went to visit her aunt, and told her about all the hard work she had done to her grandmother's grave. her aunt asked her where the plot was which she had fixed up? my friend told her, ""the one with her name on it in the middle of the graveyard."" her aunt replied that her grandmother's grave was near the fence at the back of the graveyard. needless to say, the main joke of our vacation was whether she had returned that piece of board back to that poor unknown person's grave, and the fact that she was talking and bawling over the wrong grave. (i guess you had to be there. at least her heart was in the right place, even though she wasn't.)"   Submitted By: NULL