This is the end of the road.
No, not for this series, but just talking about an end of sorts.
Most of the people buried out here died when this was all still surrounded by farmland. Now, as development creeps in this is the true final frontier of any suburban existence. For all of the wanting of space and a green lawn the neighbors will envy, this is the final patch of green they’re left with.
Not an acre, not a half acre, or even a quarter, but approximately 32 square feet. Someone does take of the lawn, and if you’re lucky, even plants flowers and leaves little decorative ornaments… or a pine cone that let’s you know “hey, I was here.”
But the neighbors do not envy. In fact, they don’t even notice.