Priorities

I wandered around a cemetery yesterday morning. In addition to being above ground, the cemeteries here are different than ours in that each person receives some number of plaques. Family members, friends, even clubs that you belonged to, make you a little granite remembrance to place on the grave, like photos on the piano.

The gentleman pictured here (or his widow who enjoyed 15 good — better? — years after he passed), chose to put his pétanque club in pride of place, in front of nieces, nephews, and even his children.

Frankly, I get that. Good on you, mate.