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Dolly Mae Blankenship
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Mary (Gibbons) Norris
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Colleen Jeanette Bowman
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Carolyn Jean Montgomery
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Vickie L. Blandford
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Robin C. Rodgers
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Eileen Joan Summers
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Jayne Ann McNeill
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Neil Blankenship
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Peggy Jean Smoot
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Ruth Marion Kunce
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Adelle Lucile Garner
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John Cameron Baye
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Zella JoAnn McRoy
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William Edward "Bill" Phemister
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Ella Rue "Ellie" Elizabeth Raymond
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Robert W. Billingsley
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Thala Jean Singler
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Charles Maynard King
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Beatrice Caroline Peters
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Larry Joe Clendenin
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Lisa Ann Segretario-Niggeman
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Ella Lorine Abney
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Cheryl Ann Kwasniewski
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The
Undertaker.....
The midnight hour, the darkest hour that human grief may know, sends forth its
hurried summons, asks me to come, I go.
I know not when the bell may toll, I know not where the bow may fall, I only know that I must go in answer to the call.
Perhaps a friend, perhaps unknown, tis fate that turns the wheel, the tangled skein of human life winds slowly on the reel.
And I? I'm the undertaker, "cold-blooded" you'll hear them say, "Trained to the shock and chill of death, with a heart that's cold and grey".
Trained, that's what they call it, how little they know the rest, I'm human, and know the sorrow that throbs in the aching breast.
-Author Unknown