There's nothing like a spring-time walk through a cemetery to help you feel alive.
(Can you say, "Neener neener!"?)
But it can be a sobering stroll, too. Consider the tombstone pictured here...
You've got to feel at least a little empathy and/or sympathy for Dian, and for at least three reasons:
1. She became a widow at the age of 52.
2. Her parents didn't know how to spell her name correctly.
3. While her husband, Randall, will be remembered as a woodworking craftsman, she will be forever immortalized as a number-cruncher.
Or, perhaps, a cheese grater?
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