warning: do not read this if you get emotional or squeamish about cemeteries, graves, or the dearly departed.
i am so disturbed by this story. i've always been a little oddly fascinated by the cemeteries, gravestones etc. they seem like peaceful, pretty places and outside of funerals, i've still spent a little more time than i'd like to acknowledge, in cemeteries.
i've also been a tad intrigued by the concept of graverobbers. people who would exhume bodies and steal their jewelry, clothes, silver and gold fillings etc.
it takes a certain type of creepy to do that kind of thing. do they apologize to the deceased as they do it? do they think about that, though the soul is no longer there (in my opinion anyway), that it traditionally is deemed disrespectful to unearth and proceed to desecrate someone's symbolic eternal resting place like that?
i wonder if they realize how much it hurts the family more than anything. the people are dead but their family rely on cemeteries for comfort, even if it's just in the back of their mind, that their loved ones are still cared for somehow, somewhere nearby.
blech.
anyway, this story is just beyond odd to me.
http://www.yahoo.com/s/1098055
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