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1. Cooper Renner on April 20th, 2009 at 12:40 pm

   Hon, the Fifth Ramone will never be buried in a pet sematary. “We” have other uses for your remains.

2. Sheila Ryan on April 20th, 2009 at 1:45 pm

   “Y’all” would.

   How about it? A horror story (or film) titled “Y’all”?

3. Robert Ledgerwood on April 20th, 2009 at 1:53 pm

   The word “Y’all” will always and forever remind me of seeing this and hearing its origins from a local.

4. Cooper Renner on April 20th, 2009 at 2:13 pm

   Oh, hon, you and I can whip up the script for Y’all in an afternoon. We’ll begin it in Lancaster at the Gravedigger’s Field, yes?

5. Sheila Ryan on April 20th, 2009 at 3:06 pm

   Perfect! Oh, perfect! Oh, The Gravedigger! I am so glad that we never walked out into that field only to have our worst nightmares dashed. I prefer to think that there really was a man out there every night, digging the same grave for all eternity.

6. Cooper Renner on April 21st, 2009 at 8:50 am

   Dug himself into it, lay down, died looking up at the clouds, underlit by the lights of downtown Dallas.

7. Sheila Ryan on April 21st, 2009 at 9:31 am

   That is lovely in a painful sort of way.

   I suppose that city lights long ago made their way across the river and all the way to the Gravedigger’s field. I expect in fact that there is a Spring Creek Barbecue or an Olive Garden or a Chili’s right over the Gravedigger’s grave. Or a Luby’s.

8. Sheila Ryan on April 21st, 2009 at 9:59 am

   Day breaks, and the morning light floods into the open grave.

   When I am dead and buried –
   My pale face turned to the sun –

   (Dock Boggs. “Country Blues”. 1927.)

9. Sheila Ryan on April 21st, 2009 at 10:17 am

   P.S. Robert, “Florence Y’all” is a pip of a water tower — and I’ve seen me a heap of water towers.

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