I used to work at the cemetery. I would always see relatives visiting their family members. It was cute. But there was always this woman walking up to this one mans gravestone. She would come at about 3:00 PM. I would always find a way to have a small chat with her. She was really nice. I believe her name was Ria Henderson. She said she was visiting her husband.
The next day was a bit different. She came a bit later than usual. She came at 5:00 PM. I asked her why she came so late. She didn't respond.... Weird. I then asked what her husbands name was. She wouldn't tell me.
A bit later she left. I was so curious. At this point it was already 8:00 PM, my shift ended an hour ago. The curiosity got the best of me and I went up to her husbands gravestone. The name was hard to read. I could barely read the first letter, an r. I then got told to leave. I decided to just go home and come back the next day.
I was on my day off. But I didn't care, I still want to know what his name was. I didn't know why. It's just when she didn't respond.
I then got dressed and ate some breakfast. I then got into my car and started driving to the cemetery. I spent a bit looking for that exact gravestone. I finally found it. I then read the name, "Ria Henderson."
"She said she was visiting her husband. Why was her name on the gravestone?"
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