My imagination of the future will get the best of me.

After a time, so many people had been buried that the whole planet was one big graveyard. Tombstones scattered across the grounds covering from farms to fields to hilltops to canyons. Across the lands laid millions upon millions of burial grounds which so much love and care had been put into. As more and more died, the amount of effort going into the deceased's quarters was upped a peg. Each cemetery would attempt to out do the last to honor their loved ones more than previous did. Eventually, disputes arose amongst the common folk.

We love our deceased more! shouted the heartbroken individuals with recent family or friends gone from their lives, You shall not insult them with your outrageous burial standards! You must follow our way, the traditional - the right - way!

When the words shouted between the disputers became no longer tolerable, fights broke out. All across the lands men fought men for right to bury their deceased in the fashion they chose. The fights became more and more brutal - once the first shot was fired, no longer were they fought with sticks and clubs. Bullets and rockets soared through the air; the light from the battles made night never come.

The bodies stacked.

After decades of fighting, few remained alive. Those that did, however, realized what they had done and were ashamed. The lands were covered with corpses and it was a constant reminder of the tragic events, enveloping those who lived with depression and grief.

The living got in their rocket ships and left for greener worlds, but I stayed behind because someone had to keep placing the flowers.

By Calvin