Selecting a Burial Plot in Amicus, Our Hometown Too humid for October. My wife and I meet the cemetery representative. Maps unfold on the tailgate of his Ford Ranger and we turn them to orient the graphic to angels and obelisks. On the last slot available in Section Seven, Row F, a few tardy dandelions show off like a bow on this present we give ourselves, happily married nearly fifty years. We wonder if we are too conscientious having checked no return of ashes and signed our body donation forms in old-fashioned loops of sincerity. He says the cost includes perpetual care, two cremations allowed per plot, no plastic flowers please, the full amount payable by check or credit card. Our stone will be polished gray granite with sand-blasted names, dates, though this is not the best way you could get to know us. Having purchased this eternity, we feel unsatisfied the way anthologized poets, (the parenthesis under their names filled in), have had their body of work laid to rest.