so the thing about my family is that we have two ancestors on my dadâs side who were buried in france, where I currently live. one died in the spanish civil war, and one died prior doingâŚwe donât know what. but he somehow managed to get buried in père lachaise.Â
so anyhow, my gran sends me a message like âpls put flowers on ur uncle samuelâs grave because heâs gone over a century with none and it will make the ghost mad if he hasnât alreadyâ because my family spends time in europe but never long enough to go all the way to père lachaise and give ya boy samuel jr. his death rites. so im like âok gran I can do thatâ bc im a good grandson and you do not fuck with gran she doesnât DESERVE THATÂ
i figure out which plot heâs on and ask someone specifically where you can find uncle samuel jr. and they tell me where and so I arrive at the junction and.Â
HE GONE.Â
WHERE DID YOU GO UNCLE SAMUEL.Â
*celine dionâs smash hit âmy heart will go onâ playing in the distance*Â
in other words either someone stole my entire great great uncle samuel or he has risen again, ready to party in paris for all of eternity.Â
Youâre pretty chill about a corpse disappearing.
My guy, my dude, heâs been dead since 1851. He could be anywhere. He does what he wants.
