Jim and Sandy. The names just went together. It felt right to say that Jim and Sandy went up fishing to Lake Jackson for a weekend. Most everybody knew what it meant when a couple went up to Lake Jackson, most of them even forgot their newly purchased fishing poles. But with Jim and Sandy, well it sat as it should, like cool rain in the humid summer time air. A life was laid out for Jim and Sandy, complete with matching rockingchairs on a front porch of a home they didn't even know they would own someday. While Sandy snuggled closer to Jim as they made their way up windy Route 3, the rest of the town set to constructing each event and stage that they would encounter as they passed marriage, children, rising debt, old age, grandchildren, and made their way round the corner towards Judgement Day.

The local mortician who moonlighted as grave digger and cemetary caretaker got up from his game of solitare and headed towards the burial ground. Creaky oak floorboards showed their age as his heavy boots put one more set of footprints on them. He left his jacket behind, as he always did when he dug a new grave. Six paces from each corner of the headstones for Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Tildon, Gray Tillty struck the hard earth and pried up the first mounds of dirt that would be final resting places for Mr. and Mrs. Jim Salterson and family.