For fifteen years, I paid to keep a working landline connected to my grandfather’s grave because of his dying wish… then the day the line was disconnected, he called me screaming that “they’re climbing out of the tunnels.”
My grandfather’s dying wish was bizarrely specific. Not sentimental. Not poetic. Specific. He demanded to be buried with a working rotary telephone connected to an active landline. An actual one. …
For fifteen years, I paid to keep a working landline connected to my grandfather’s grave because of his dying wish… then the day the line was disconnected, he called me screaming that “they’re climbing out of the tunnels.” Read More
