Do You Ever Think As A Hearse Goes By, That You May Be The Next To Die?

Remember when I told you about the hearse neighbor?  I finally remembered to get a picture.  I almost hate to share it with you because you may feel as much disappointment over the matter as I do.

You see, it appears that in my excitement to be moving, I neglected to notice the fact that the hearse across the street has flat tires, is covered in dust, and is apparently being used as extra storage space.  Such a pity.  I think these might not, in fact, end up being the best neighbors ever, as was previously speculated.  I'm even finding it harder to overlook the state of their "lawn".

There is just something cool about a hearse being one's regular mode of transportation.  And there is definitely something un-cool about letting one sit in your driveway as an eyesore for the entire neighborhood.

However, I'm going to give these people a second chance.  As soon as we're unpacked and settled, I am going to make some killer brownies and go a-knockin' on the Hearse People's door so I can get a look inside the joint.  Or, you know - just a look at the freaks who own a hearse.  There is still some lingering potential here. Mystery: Unsolved.

P.S.  The title of this post is taken from a charming little song that I used to sing when I was young.  It can be found, (I think), in the book Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark. It is a fantastic book for kids who don't particularly like to read.  Lyrics to the song found here.