Duemellon
13 May 2008, 12:43 PM
Nothing. You do nothing dude... because you're dead.
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Last Updated: 11:41 am | Tuesday, May 13, 2008
RIP? Not with wrong man in grave (http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080513/NEWS01/305130048)
BY CLIFF RADEL | CRADEL@ENQUIRER.COM
COLERAIN TWP. – David L. Bingham can’t rest in peace.
Another man, another David L. Bingham, is already in his grave, lying next to his mother.
“My mom and I always talked about being buried next to each other,” said the very-much-alive David L. Bingham.
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He said he was offered four options.
In option one, his mother would be moved to another grave where he could one day join her.
“I told them they had one less option,” Bingham said. “She’s not going to be moved. She loved that spot.”
Evelyn Bingham’s grave rests on a rise, three rows from the road and just across the street from Pleasant Run Middle School. Weekdays, the laughter of children spills from the school’s playground into the cemetery.
Option two consisted of cremating David L. Bingham, when his time came, and burying his ashes in his mother’s grave.
“That’s out,” he said. “I hate fire.”
Option three involved digging up and relocating the late David L. Bingham Sr. Then, some day in the future, the grave to Evelyn Bingham’s left would be occupied by her son, David.
“I don’t want to be buried in a used grave,” Bingham said.
For option four, Bingham could be buried anywhere in the cemetery.
He told cemetery officials he declined all of the above.
They said would get back to him in two days.
“I have yet to hear from them,” Bingham said.
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Meanwhile, Bingham suffers. He’s already on 100 percent disability for post-traumatic stress disorder.
“I spent a year and a half in Vietnam – December 1966 to July 1968,” he said. “I saw too many dead bodies.”
Now, he’s trying to cope with the problems at his mom’s grave.
“This thing,” he said, “has sent me to the emergency room twice with anxiety attacks.”
He opened a folder and shows his emergency room papers.
“I shake constantly,” he said as he struggled to return his papers to the folder.
“This has made a wreck out of me.”
He can’t get any peace.
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Last Updated: 11:41 am | Tuesday, May 13, 2008
RIP? Not with wrong man in grave (http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080513/NEWS01/305130048)
BY CLIFF RADEL | CRADEL@ENQUIRER.COM
COLERAIN TWP. – David L. Bingham can’t rest in peace.
Another man, another David L. Bingham, is already in his grave, lying next to his mother.
“My mom and I always talked about being buried next to each other,” said the very-much-alive David L. Bingham.
....
He said he was offered four options.
In option one, his mother would be moved to another grave where he could one day join her.
“I told them they had one less option,” Bingham said. “She’s not going to be moved. She loved that spot.”
Evelyn Bingham’s grave rests on a rise, three rows from the road and just across the street from Pleasant Run Middle School. Weekdays, the laughter of children spills from the school’s playground into the cemetery.
Option two consisted of cremating David L. Bingham, when his time came, and burying his ashes in his mother’s grave.
“That’s out,” he said. “I hate fire.”
Option three involved digging up and relocating the late David L. Bingham Sr. Then, some day in the future, the grave to Evelyn Bingham’s left would be occupied by her son, David.
“I don’t want to be buried in a used grave,” Bingham said.
For option four, Bingham could be buried anywhere in the cemetery.
He told cemetery officials he declined all of the above.
They said would get back to him in two days.
“I have yet to hear from them,” Bingham said.
...
Meanwhile, Bingham suffers. He’s already on 100 percent disability for post-traumatic stress disorder.
“I spent a year and a half in Vietnam – December 1966 to July 1968,” he said. “I saw too many dead bodies.”
Now, he’s trying to cope with the problems at his mom’s grave.
“This thing,” he said, “has sent me to the emergency room twice with anxiety attacks.”
He opened a folder and shows his emergency room papers.
“I shake constantly,” he said as he struggled to return his papers to the folder.
“This has made a wreck out of me.”
He can’t get any peace.