Buying A Burial Plot Now

Arthur sat across from the cemetery director, a man named Mr. Henderson, whose suit was as stiff as the granite headstones outside the window. Arthur wasn’t ill, nor was he particularly old, but he was a man who liked a tidy ledger. He had come to purchase a burial plot, a task most people avoided until they had no choice.

"I’d like something with a view," Arthur said, surprising himself. buying a burial plot

Mr. Henderson adjusted his glasses. "A view, Mr. Thorne? Most of our residents aren't very... observant." Arthur sat across from the cemetery director, a man named Mr

They stopped near an ancient oak tree. The ground was level, and the view stretched across a quiet valley. He had come to purchase a burial plot,

"This is it," Arthur said. "But what about the fine print? I’ve heard stories of cemeteries reclaiming plots if they aren't used for fifty years."