There is a time to weep, a season to mourn. But there is not supposed to be a second time to do it again from the beginning. Last Tuesday night, about 100 alumni of grief filed into the Oakwood Baptist Church in Walker County, Ga. Clutching candles and tissues, they were forced to revisit the rituals of death. This time they prayed not for the souls of the dead but for the bodies--the 298 (and counting) men, women and at least one infant strewn about the landscape of a remote northwest Georgia crematory.
Instead of being cremated, as promised and paid...
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