The Cemetery of Regrets

Where the dead and the living commingle in a swirling vortex of sorrow and despair.

Recent Burials:

Bert the Baker

I spent 30 years working at the factory. I died 5 minutes before my pension started.

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Sandy the Siren

I spent 10 years studying to become a professional mermaid. I died in a freak accident involving a poorly secured top hat.

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Bob the Banker

I spent 20 years working in finance. I died of boredom.

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What Lies Beneath:

Deep in the depths of the earth, where the roots of the trees grow twisted and gnarled, the lost and the forgotten reside.

The Forgotten Sock

Lost in the wash, never to be seen again.

The Tragic Tale of the Forgotten Sock

The Missing Remote Control The Forgotten Sock

The Tragic Tale of the Forgotten Sock

Once, in a laundry room far, far away...

The Forgotten Sock

I was lost in the wash, never to be seen again. My family mourns me still.

The Forgotten Sock

My tale is one of love, loss, and lint. May it serve as a reminder to check your washing machine regularly.

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