I was re-reading my blog post about the clock at East Lawn Cemetery (American Cemetery of Excellence, American Cemetery of the Year), and I noticed that I had missed something.
In my post, I jocularly asserted, card that I am, that there was no need for a clock at a cemetery.
For obvious reasons.
I posted my photograph of the East Lawn clock, which was taken at dusk last week. Let's call it about six thirty, give or take.
The clock at East Lawn read 1:15.
You didn't hear any complaints at the cemetery. Not one. Dead silence.
Plus, if you're an American Cemetery of Excellence, shouldn't the clock be right?
I mean, more than twice a day?
In comedy, timing is everything.
In cemeteries, timing is really up to you.