Cemetary Stories

Every morning on my way to work, the train passes by a huge cemetary. I've always wanted to write an amusing story about people who work at a cemetary. It would be a hilarious little gem about three gay boys who keep grounds at the local cemetary, encountering many zany situations that enable them to explore their sexuality and the problems that gay boys have to face in the ever-changing world. They'd have to deal with their creepy boss, who they think is a zombie or a nazi (I haven't decided which would be more interesting). They'll also come face to face with grave robbers and they'll have to scare away goth kids who have parties at the crypts.

I've been thinking of this particular story ever since I saw that there's always a Jaguar and a Pontiac Aztec parked in the cemetary. I just find it so fascinating. I wonder who drives the Jaguar?

Random Thought of the Day

Things that hurt my eyes:

1. Pepper Spray
2. The Pontiac Aztec
3. Semen that I couldn't dodge