Signs of Passage

My wife phoned while in transit on a business trip through rural environs. “You won’t believe what I just saw! There was one of those portable, backlit roadside signs, and it had people’s names on it. It was parked in front of a funeral home.”

“Who do you suppose the people were?”

“Well, take a wild guess!”

There was more. Next day, on her return drive, she phoned again from her car. “I just saw a cemetery . . . in the middle of a cornfield.”

Plots for The Twilight Zone. Rod Serling could’ve had a field day. . . .