Can You Dig It?

By Jim Hagarty

A couple of years ago, researchers found the long-lost skeleton of King Richard III, who reigned for a brief period over England in the late 1400s. His grave was in a parking lot, covered by asphalt.

Richard’s remains were amazingly intact. From his bones, experts were able to do an incredibly accurate facial reconstruction and to confirm various health issues that had plagued him.

Given that and all the many cases where bodies are exhumed decades and even centuries later – they even dug up Lincoln’s body and examined it – what will future generations have to look at when so many people are being cremated these days?

What will that do to future breakthroughs in historical and even criminal research?

I, for one, hope they dig me up a hundred years from now so it can finally be confirmed that I am descended from Henry VIII, offering a reasonable explanation therefore as to why I could never drive by a restaurant without stopping in.

Or failing that, they might discover that, as I suspect, my neighbour is trying to poison me.

And he finally did me in.

Then they can dig him up and expose his shame for all the world to see.

But imagine this future item in the news. “Researchers believe they might have found the ashes of King Harlem Trotter. Or some cat litter. They have yet to run the tests.”

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.