Tombstone? Of marble? Nah, they’re more often made of Indiana granite (or were in 1947-they’re now that embarrassing black Chinese stuff). 15-ton slabs of marble were reserved for the finest of mausolea, so Ray Hunt (no relation) was definitely going for something beyond his station. The sin of pride.
The marble company, its freight car-have been lost to the ticking clock. As shall happen to you, dear reader. Tick. Tick. Every untoward choice you choose makes that slab of marble you’re unloading just that much heavier.
