Picture a cemetery on a cold and sunny day in October. The sky is blue, the leaves are orange, and the headstones are sticking out of the ground like big, somber, grey popsicles. Now zoom in on my identical twin aunts. You can tell them apart when you see them, but not when you hear them both laughing at the same time. Today they are visiting my grandparents and they have supplies.

They decorate my grandparents’ headstone. The decorations are placed meticulously and thoughtfully. They stand back to admire the lavish display that they’ve created. My grandparents would love it. My aunts’ voices fade as they walk back to their cars. The sun puts on a show with dark reds, oranges, and yellows stretching through the sky, and then it fades, too.

The cemetery is quiet and dark. The wind keeps the headstones company. The sun returns and the sky turns blue again. The first mourners of the day come to the cemetery with flowers. They are startled when they see the plastic skeleton guarding my grandparents’ stone. As they take in the scene more, they also notice the rubber bats, the fake spider webs, the autumn flowers, and the pumpkins.

My grandparents really liked Halloween.