Two lovers sat on a bench in a graveyard. Held in each other’s arms they seemed so safe from the morbid scene that surrounded them. Their eyes twinkled more brightly than the stars, and the love they felt for each other was so great that the moon was green with envy and the wind nipped at them, mocking them. But not even death could destroy love this powerful. So the lovers sat completely lost in each other, conversing about things only lovers talked about.
“Honey?” The girl asked.
“Yes dear?” The young man looked confused for a moment, for the girl’s voice seemed nervous.
“When you die, what do you want done with your body?”
Well this upset the man and he looked down to the ground. “Well, why do you ask that dear?” He said.
“I know that you’ll die before me, and I want to know what you want done with your body”, she demanded.
“Dear”, he looked at his girl strait in the eye, but they were cold and serious, “When I die, you must burry me up side down.”
She laughed at this for a moment thinking that her love might just be playing, but as soon as she saw the expression on his face, she grew white with worry. “Honey, why?” She asked.
“ I love you so much, and when I die my soul will go on living. I will be with you everyday for the rest of your life. I will protect you and love you, no matter what. And because I love you so greatly that when the cold Earth opens her mouth to invite me to my grave, I will try and dig my way back out for you.”
This shocked the girl and her eyes watered up as if she was about to cry. “Come on, we are both tired and we should get some rest. Just remember my dear what is to be done.”
Soon the years passed by as full of smiles and love and sunshine as could be. Then the girl, who was now a mature woman, started having nightmares. In these dreams she would see her husband burning to death, watching his flesh peel away from his face as his screams filled the air. She would cry and call his name, as she did this he turned to her and smiled. “All is well my dear; I will always be with you.” These were his final words. The woman would wake in a cold sweat and startle her husband who was sleeping comfortably next to her. He would ask what was wrong, and all that she would say was, “The day is soon approaching.”
Then the day finally arrived. Her husband was in a terrible car wreck and had burned to death. But the woman was not upset, for she knew her lover was not completely dead. He was just waiting for her. And soon the woman became older, her golden hair turned silver with age, and her children grew up and had children of their own. Every day she would visit her husband’s grave, where he was buried up side down, and placed little tokens at his tombstone. Once a lock of here hair, once a poem, once a flower. Soon her day to join him approached. The night she died, she was at his grave. She knew this was her night to die and she had brought with her this night to place at his tombstone one dozen of the reddest roses she could find.
The next morning people passed and thought the scene was sad, but peaceful. Her children were not depressed that she had gone, but joyous for her. She could finally join the one she loved. So they buried her next to him. This awoke the spirit of her lover and he dug his way through his own grave until he reached her. He took her cold body in his bony, decayed arms and whispered in here ear, “See my dear, all is well.” And with these words both bodies crumbled and turned to dust.