Went house hunting today in Mount Dora. Had some luck. At least everything today wasn’t a dud. There was one house we were looking at that was so interesting I had to blog about it.
We went to this nice little home, met this sweet little ol’ man that lived there. All was going well. I was scoping out the backyard. The huge backyard. I noticed this little stone thing and walked toward it. As I get closer, my brain starts putting together the facts: Big engraved stone on the ground, little flower holder, faded plastic flowers in the flower holder.
Although my brain started screaming “Wait just a cotton pickin’ minute”, the “everything’s going to be just fine” part of me started rationalizing that what I was seeing was probably for a pet. Yeah… that’s it. That’s the ticket.
NOPE! Some dude named Ernesto is buried in the backyard. (I am so not kidding.)
Classy!
(I wish I would have had the presence of mind to take a picture. I’m sure the folks at “It’s Lovely, I’ll Take It” would’ve gotten a big kick out of the “permanent resident” in the backyard.)
We did actually have some luck today and put an offer on a house. A house that is …. ahem… sans burial plot. Just sayin’.
But you’re the tombstone tourist! That house would have been perfect!
Don’t you mean Klassy?
That is simply beyond creepy…I’m not even too chuffed about “Ernesto” in an urn on the mantle but a boneyard in thr backyard, nuh uh!
I had to pass on the blog post that had a grave yard in the back yard. I thought it was creepy.
Here is the post.
http://peterspeapod.blogspot.com/search/label/new%20town
Okay, that’s. just. wrong.
This just makes me giggle every time I think about it. It’s just to surreal and weird to be true.
And yet… it is.
That is just very wrong. I can see burying your pet in the background, but really. On the other hand, it could save on funeral costs later on in life.
Oh this is tooo funny.