I challenged myself against some stones,promising that I would live longer, and live better, that my stone wouldbe more interesting and incite more cu...iosity than any other in theyard. Sometimes, with a particularly intriguing stone, I would note thename and dates and spend some time seeing if the person had a historysomewhere, usually in the local library microfiche. Sometimes I hadsome spectacular hits, like the memorial to Fred Simms, whose name Icould now never forget, though my reading. Bhaiya: are koi na sharif hai wo.Mummy 1 dam chonk k unki taraf dekhne lagi.Bhaiya: mera matlab hai madam teenage me kaun sharif hota hai.Mummy: kyun aisa kya karta hai mera beta.Bhaiya: aap sach me jan na chahti hain mam.Mummy: hanbhaiya: are mam sunny k samne to hum sare bache pad jayen top level ka tharki mera matlab mam wo. Mummy unhe ghurne lagi language thodi achi use kar sakte ho tum or hasne lagin are ghabrate kyun ho itna main tumhe kha thodi jaungi or 1 zordar lip kiss dete hue boli. " I wanted both sexes armed in case we were attacked by humans or animals: the horses made very attractive targets. We were going to hunt for most of our meat, but our tubers and greens were brought along on a travois. We had some jerky and pemmican along for emergencies.Even with the horses for transportation, it was going to take several days to reach the tin, the first item on my shopping list. The first day was spent shaking everything and everyone down into traveling fitness, so we didn't. While being escorted into the cell the guard explained the process. A slow mist would start to form above me. This mist would then spread into every corner of the cell. As I en-hailed each breath I would began to get cold as each bio-toxin spread through my body. It's ironic that during our medical development we would invent a way to have our own victims kill themselves so that everyone involved would have no guilt. Natural death would slowly take over as the body froze to death choking on.