This is a true story. My grandmother and grandfather are buried at Rest Lawn in the late 1970's. My aunt purchased the two plots next to my grandparents, which were her parents. Over the years she would talk about wanting to be burried next to her mother and father. My aunt, was a mother to me. My mother left our family when I was very young. When my aunt died a few years ago, everything was proceeding as expected such as the showing, the service, the wake, and then it came time for us to gather as she was laid to rest except, when the car arrived to the grave site, it wasn't the right one. The short version of the long and tramatic events to unfold is, the cemetery sales guy sold the same plot twice, period. Unf'ing believable. We refused to allow this to happen so she was placed in a temporary mausoleum. In the end they burried her where she wanted to be buried. It took two to three months, lots of phone calls and emails. \r
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Unbelievable.
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