The bizarre tale of how a man met wife at the cemetery

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Over the years it has been argued that there are three places where one is more likely to meet a spouse – a religious gathering, workplace and school.

Perhaps none of the proponents of that idea ever thought anything good could come out of a graveyard, neither would they have thought of a bizarre situation where one would meet a future partner there. But a Twitter user’s experience seems to have proved that, though the graveyard could be a place of grief, it could also be a place to find joy, love and of course the unimagined, a future partner.

The man who is a poet took to social media to narrate the inspiring tale of how his good deeds at a cemetery brought him in contact with the lady who later became his wife.

He said since his father died he had been going to the cemetery to place a flower on his grave in a small village at the Sussex, England.

He said after doing that for a couple of years he discovered the grave of the man buried beside his dad never had flower and he felt he should extend love to the dead by placing flower there anytime he visits the graveyard.

He tweeted:

“My dad died. Classic start to a funny story. He was buried in a small village in Sussex. I was really close to my dad so I visited his grave a lot. I still do. [DON’T WORRY, IT GETS FUNNIER.]

“I always took flowers and my mum visited a lot and she always took flowers and my grandparents were still alive then and they always took flowers. My dad’s grave frequently resembled a solid third place at the Chelsea Flower Show.

“Nice but I felt bad for the guy buried next to my dad. He NEVER had flowers. Died on Christmas Day aged 37, no one left him flowers and now there’s a pop-up florist in the grave next door. So I started buying him flowers. I STARTED BUYING FLOWERS FOR A DECEASED MAN I’D NEVER MET.

“I did this for quite some time, but I never mentioned it to anyone. It was a little private joke with myself, I was making the world a better place one bunch of flowers at a time. I know it sounds weird but I came to think of him as a friend.

“I wondered if there was a hidden connection between us, something secretly drawing me to him. Maybe we went to the same school, played for the same football club or whatever. So I googled his name, and ten seconds later I found him.”

The man, however, noted that after two and a half years of showing love to the unknown dead man, he decided to check up his name on Google to find out more about him. To his surprise, the man committed suicide on a Christmas Day after killing his wife and parents-in-law.

“His wife didn’t leave him flowers BECAUSE HE’D MURDERED HER. ON CHRISTMAS DAY. After he murdered his wife, he murdered her parents too. And after that he jumped in front of the only train going through Balcombe tunnel that Christmas night.

“THAT was why no one ever left him flowers. No one except me, of course. I left him flowers. I left him flowers every couple of weeks. Every couple of weeks FOR TWO AND A HALF YEARS.”

Moved by the circumstances surrounding their death, he decided to extend his act of love to the late wife and her parents by also donating flowers.

“I felt terrible for his wife and her parents. Now, I wasn’t going to leave them flowers every couple of weeks for two and a half years but I did feel like I owed them some sort of apology.”

He noted that when he visited the grave to donate flower, he met a lady who was a family member of the deceased and his love story began from there.

“I found out where they were buried, bought flowers and drove to the cemetery. As I was standing at their graves mumbling apologies, a woman appeared behind me. She wanted to know who I was and why I was leaving flowers for her aunt and grandparents. AWKWARD.

“I explained and she said ok that’s weird but quite sweet. I said thanks, yes it is a bit weird and oh god I ASKED HER OUT FOR A DRINK. Incredibly, she said yes. Two years later she said yes again when I asked her to marry me because that is how I met my wife.”


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