Saturday, August 23, 2008

The Saturday Night...Uh...Uhhhh...

Oh, hell; as cynical as I am even I can't label this a "Saturday Night Snicker." It's a headstone not far from my father's grave in Riverview Cemetery, Waynesboro, VA and it's one of those things where I really and truly don't know whether to laugh or cry.


Makes me think of the iron dog keeping watch over a little girl's grave in Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, VA.

6 comments:

Cathy VanPatten said...

Oh my. I had to enlarge it to see what the teddy was holding. I worried it was a box of cremains...

Well, I guess if it gives comfort to the family...

The baby headstone that used to creep me out big time in that cemetery is the one with the oval enameled photo of the deceased baby. It's been chipped away over the years--it may even be gone entirely now. But man, when I was a kid it gave me the heebie jeebies.

Wayne Allen Sallee said...

There['s a place off German Church Road called--I kid you not--the Edgar Allan Poe Pet Cemetery, and it really is hard trying not to laugh/cry when you see this massive tombstone that reads TO OUR DARLING BIMBO...

G. W. Ferguson said...

Did you say "Bimbo"?

G. W. Ferguson said...

@Cath:

"I worried it was a box of cremains..."

THAT would have been BEYOND creepy.

As a cemetery aficionado I'm used to the watchful dogs, the reclining lambs, and the itty-bitty baby angels, but there was something about that granite teddy bear--and a family finding it appropriate--that bothered me. Sure, if it gave them comfort it's none of my business, but stumbling across it unsuspecting-like...

Brrrrrrr...

Cathy VanPatten said...

Creepy indeed--it is emanating Teddy Ruxpin vibes, and there are few toys creepier than Teddy Ruxpin, IMHO.

G. W. Ferguson said...

@Cath:

TEDDY EFFIN' RUXPIN!!!???

Double-brrrrrrrr...

I'm writing an entry about childhood fears and I figure there's an entire generation haunted by that damnable beast. I'm not particularly fond of furbies, either.

Furbies are evil.