I was searching through Find A Grave yesterday, looking for dead relatives here in Minnesota that I could visit, and I decided to look for my great grandfather, the first Clarence Wethern (of which I am the fourth in a row). This grave is in Carson City, Nevada, so it’s unlikely that I’ll see it in person.

It’s only mildly unsettling to stare at an old headstone with my name on it. Feels kind of like Doc in Back to the Future, part III.