So they thought they would tie a string on their wrist and lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night to listen for the bell. A marble orchard not to be taken for granite. It's all relative in the end anyway. Tracing yourself back to better people.
Life takes it's toll.
Where you confuse the dead and irritate the living. I think my family tree is a few branches short of full bloom. Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards. My ancestors are hiding in a witness protection program. What I'm doing, when I don't know what I'm doing.