The Move

It is not believed there were many witnesses.  At least not many that qualified as being legally alive when the rented U Haul van (with Apportioned Arizona plates) advertising itself on both sides as being available for rental for $19.95 a day, rolled through Gate of Heaven Cemetery in Valhalla, New York carrying some of my departed mother-in-law's furniture.  The van was being driven by my son-in-law, whose wife is my oldest daughter, and who committed herself to taking her grandmother's brocaded Queen Anne, mahogany carved couch into her guardianship to be placed in her cellar.  Also, a more contemporary wingback chair, and two period-piece end tables, without the period lamps.  For now, she still has the room to do things like this.

The route through the cemetery was swift and respectful.  No proceedings were noticed, so no one who might have looked up could have thought that a very cheap type of hearse was coming in to do its thing, and that some people were not spending what they were spending on a funeral.  This was strictly a means to an end to get to the destination without encountering parkways that prohibit commercial vehicles.  It also was a way my son-in-law suspected might get him out of the slight jam he was in by taking the wrong exit from something else. It worked.

So, passing through one resting place, the furniture came to be deposited in another resting place.  My daughter's cellar.

The beat goes on.

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