Drudge Retort: Red Meat for Yellow Dogs

They mostly come to loot scrap metal these days, but some creep into cemeteries hunting for antiques, flowers and even body parts. Grave robbers are plundering cemeteries around the country for items that can be sold for cash. "It's a crisis of the times," said Ruth Shapleigh-Brown, executive director of the Connecticut Gravestone Network.

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Grave robbers still a problem

In other words, this is a very grave problem indeed.

They should have buried this story.

JOMAMA-
Yer killin' me! FF


The Connecticut Gravestone Network? I bet their statewide meetings are thrilling.

Shades of Jerry Cruncher.

"Grave Robbers make Killing"?

FF fer the headline alone.

That slays.

On Topic?

Man, how low can some people go?

Thiefs are bad enuff but folks who plunder six feet under are conscienceless freaks.

Be Well.

probably just looking for stiffies...

Wonder if these guys have broken into the grave of Anna Nicole Smith's billionaire, geriatric husband yet.

Cos that would be kinda funny.

Grave robbers ...meet cradle-robber.

Be Well.

"It's a crisis of the times," said Ruth Shapleigh-Brown, executive director of the Connecticut Gravestone Network, which monitors cemeteries for theft and vandalism.

A crisis of the times? People have been robbing graves since they started digging graves.


Resurrectionists

Up the close, and down the stair,
In the house with Burke and Hare,
Burke is the butcher, Hare is the thief,
Knox the boy who buys the beef

Thanks, Alice!!! ;)

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