I'm bad

I found myself laughing in a cemetery today, I'm ashamed to admit.  We had gone driving out in the country so we could finish listening to something on NPR (yes, we have a radio in the house, but it was easier to go see the path of last month's tornado while the show finished) and we decided to visit Tim's sister's grave.  There was a fairly new grave there, and as I was headed back to the car I read the epitaph on the back of the tombstone.  I stopped thinking, "there's something familiar...is that? no, can't be.  OH DEAR LORD IT'S FREEBIRD ON A TOMBSTONE!"  Now, I know people in other parts of the country think Alabamians are illiterate cousin lovers, and I have done my best in my travels to combat these myths.  After seeing the lyrics to Freebird on a tombstone, I've decided that maybe these aren't myths.  I just hope that the people driving by thought I was prostrate with grief instead of doubled over with laughter.