The Man Who Lived in the Cemetery, Part 2

Part 2

Don’t be alarmed.

Sorry, that sentence assumes that you were here for part 1, which ended with “The dead were quite but limited in what they might do only by the boundaries of imagination”.

I suppose some of you might think this is the point where the story descends into a series of scrupulously detailed necrophiliac click-bait episodes designed to harvest your information for Russian hack-bots.

I assure you that’s not the case. 

For one thing, this platform has been dead for at least eight years.  Once the world jumped on the sites collectively known as “social media” the written word which for a few years had had a resurgence via e-mail, web bulletin boards and blogs died beneath an avalanche of pictures of Gene Wilder and Kermit the Frog with single sentences in impact font selling ideas like they were Burma Shave. 

Mind you, Gene Wilder and Kermit the Frog were not usually in the same picture, much like the entire Burma Shave slogan was not on a single sign.

Rather, Gene Wilder and Kermit the Frog would either oppose or agree with one another depending on who was controlled Gene Wilder or Kermit the Frog at any given moment.

Gene Wilder and Kermit the Frog (well, Jim Henson anyway) are both dead.

They’re not in the cemetery J is spending his time in. 

Let’s get back to J.