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RIP

Practically everyday I walk through my local cemetery
Peaceful, tranquil, relaxing and time stands still
I have respect when entering
I always remember not to point at a grave, it will make your finger rot
Also, do not count the cars in a funeral procession,
for the amount of cars you count, will be the day that you perish sometime during that year
As I heard these superstitions from my elders, I never dared to explore these wise tales

One day as I awoke from my restful sleep, I began shivering uncontrollably
I just could not shake this feeling
At that same moment, my mother & brother were near our family plot, paying their respects to my father
As my shivering became pneumonia
I was hospitalized that evening and eventually died
I remember my great grandmother telling me when I was young child:
"Whenever you shiver it means someone is walking over the spot where your grave will be"
RIP

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