Okay, so in sad, depressing times I completely resort to humor, and I of course had to post this as it is a rant but somehow I am finding it morbidly funny - my grandma (who is dying for those that don't know) is literally having #whitegirlproblems
My grandpa needs to have a list and get tasks done as we are in the final days of my grandma's life. So he decides we need to go pick out the plot of land to bury her in. Alright, I get that. I can get on board. Let's DO this.
We find a nice little cemetery, all perfect and what not and sit down with the director or whatever you call an owner of a cemetery and tell him what we want. "Well," he says, "I got one problem, see, we just might be all out of the white people plots in the cemetery, but I got some nice spaces open in the black part of the cemetery."
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Hmm, okay. Sooo your white people lot is full? Didn't know that a cemetery HAD to be segregated in this day in age. Nice reminder that I do in fact live in the south.
Well, we ended up being able to get a plot in the white cemetery (he thought we were looking for two, but no, the grandparents are both going to be cremated so grandpa can share her space when the time comes

) We also learned that it is just "historical" and that is how it's always been, but whatever, I still don't get it.
GAH!