To a Grave, Unquietly

Roth amused his compatriots by scanning headstones
for Jewish names.
 —New York Magazine

That's true. Often the only amusing thing in a graveyard
                will be the Jewish names.

There they are, in the full sight of everyone, winking from
                their stones, "It's me. Over here. Yeah. Bet you don't
                believe your eyes. I got in!"
Amusing, right?
And if, God forbid, I come up empty now and then, I carry
                my own supply of JNs—you know, family, friends.
                Then I just remember them.