Haydon shook his head at Homers tale. “Yeah, Alf was an asshole.” then, " Did you know that he gave fifty bucks a month to some African children’s shelter? He said he knew what it was like to go hungry."

“No shit?” Homer said.

Haydon opened up his tin of Copenhagen and stuffed some in his jaw. “He really did, I seen him write out the checks.”

“I’ll be damned,” Homer said, dropping his shovel.

Haydon looked over at him, “Where you goin’?”

“I gotta take a leak,’ Homer said as he walked over to a tall headstone.

“Jesus, Homer,” Haydon called out, “Are you pissin’ on a headstone?”

“She won’t mind,” Homer called over his shoulder, “She was planted in 1921.”

Back at the grave site, Homer picked up his shovel. “I guess old Alf wasn’t such a bad guy after all.”

Haydon spat out some tobacco juice, “Least he didn’t piss on head stones…”