Calcium bricks stink spilled gossip, broken others granddad forgot to mend when he fertilized the azalea bushes.
The mummified Southerner could **** in the wind. And be happy. And be quiet.
Much like the blind man staring out the window into the murky water, "Mock me and all your flowers will never bloom." My granddad would say till the day he became the dirt beneath the stone.