I saw Edward Cullen’s grave today.

Today was my Grandad’s burial. We were walking through the rows of graves and looking at names, since my aunt’s dad is buried at the American war veteran’s cemetary. And as I was looking through names… I saw it.

Edward Cullen.

I kid you not.

I sat there with my hands over my mouth trying not to laugh uncontrollably. I couldn’t tell if it said “Cullen” or “Gullen” as the type was pretty hard to read, but I was dying of mirth sad as I was. In the car I let loose and laughed and laughed. I was very tempted to spit on the grave, but you know, that was a real person not the real Edward so I would never have done that. I had skimmed through the names of row after row after row on the graves, and found that one.

Oh, it was priceless.