Mount Olivet Catholic Cemetery

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Review

Here is part of a letter I wrote: We walked up a cement path to a sort of steel shed, where Rebecca’s remains were “displayed” in a cardboard box with her name, in black marker on it. The roar (of a fan?) could be heard. I supposed it to be the oven sound. It reminded me of a concentration camp oven. Cement floor, steel walls and a gurney were the “decorations”. Your employee in attendance was wearing sunglasses. Was he stoned, I wonder? He seemed just right for an appearance on World Series of Poker, but not my sister’s farewell. John, her husband, and Stella, her