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The New Easter Tradition
At age fourteen, I was strong for my age. With my aunt's death, our family ran short of pallbearers. To keep burial costs down, they made me the family pallbearer. By age twenty-seven, I had enough of them killing each other off, so I stopped carrying their coffins when I bought a pig farm.
After I quit, they decided cemetery plots were too expensive, so they dumped their murdered relatives' bodies weighted down in burlap sacks offshore.
After I pushed cousin Charles into the wood chipper, and he became pig swill, it started our new Easter ham dinner tradition.