The Cursed Grave 01

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What is money?

What is wealth?

In a life that will one day end.

He died on the day the eagles refused to leave the grey sky and he was buried at the time when the dresses people wore danced to the breeze pulling their caps and head gears almost off from their heads. Even though the eyes of those who loved him were red-rimmed and swollen after hours of crying and moaning.

"He was too young to die"

"Too good to die" they collectively lamented. Shaking their heads against the airy tide in agony as the golden casket was lowered to six feet in the dug-up hole.

"And to the dust, he returns," the priest said bracing the air above the casket."In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost."