As always, this will be in scenario format.
Imagine your cute cousin is going to set you up on a date with her best friend’s husband’s brother.
He calls while you are watching 24 with your brother and sister-in-law, so of course you can’t answer.
You call him back the next day right after work.
You feel like an idiot during the whole conversation, but he asks you out anyway.
He picks you up the following Friday and you go downtown to do a little geo caching.
You look for the first one.
You can’t find it.
You give up.
You move on to the second.
It’s around temple square.
You can’t find that one either.
He decides he wants to do something else.
He asks you, “Do you know who Heber C. Kimball is?”
You say, “Of course I know who Heber C. Kimball is. What kind of Mormon do you think I am?!”
He says, “Jack. Definitely.”
You proceed to walk the short distance to Heber C. Kimball’s grave in a little memorial park behind some apartment buildings.
“This is cool,” you say.
He then asks you if you have ever been to Brigham Young’s grave.
He spares you the question if you know who he was.
You walk a block or so and come to yet another memorial park.
But this one has a spiky decorative fence and a lock on the gate.
There’s a sign that says “No Trespassing.”
He wants you to climb over it.
You say, “Are you serious?”
He says, “Are you?” then “I have more to lose on these spikes than you do.”
You can’t argue with that so you climb over the fence.
You see the grave and lots of other graves for his wives and some of his kids.
You wonder aloud why you have you have never seen this and where the heck are we?
He responds, “Salt Lake, Amanda.”
You say, “Thank you.”
Afterwards, you head back to the car. He asks if you have ever seen President Hinckley’s grave.
You say, “Why, no I haven’t.”
So he takes you to the Salt Lake Cemetery, where you see not only President Hinckley’s
grave, but also David O. McKay’s.
Your date of geo caching became a night of grave hunting.
