When I was about 5 or 6 my brother and I were at a family reunion in Hyden, Ky. It was always held in a cemetary. We had way to much energy to burn so we chased each other. I learned to never cross anyones grave! Just as I stepped in the middle of the grave, my foot sunk into the soft dirt and I saw a hole and darkness and spiderwebs! Til this day, I walk around all graves to respect the dead. You never know when the spiders may come after you!