In the graveyard of the old St. John's Church on Bolton Road, not a caterpillar's limp from el Gnomo's adobe, there used to be a headstone, obviously placed by grieving parents for their son, in anticipation of their joining him there. Sadly, for some reason, that never happened, so the stone simply read

             Joseph Bloggs*
            Son of the Above

Above being totally blank.



*Or whatever