And that's the way it was and we liked it!
My grandfather‘s first wife died of the Spanish flu in 1918. Grandfather had three boys to raise. He married my grandmother. She was 25 years younger than he was and only a few years older than the boys. They later had two daughters. One of which was my mother.
Grandfather died in 1968. He was buried next to his first wife. Grandmother died in 1984 she was buried in the same plot. They all three share the same tombstone. Weird? that’s just how things worked.
Dammit. I was going to say that.