It was strange. Each gravestone had a word or phrase on it in quotations. It wouldn’t be uncommon to see that occasionally, but every stone?_ Where the fuck am I_? I thought as i continued gliding between the rows of well-kept memorials. I quickly scanned each stone as I walked, when one stopped me dead, no pun intended, in my tracks.

The stone to my left read in deep, blocky letters: “Motherfucking Goddamn Orange Peel Beef!”