As I stood in the center of the church, docent John A. told me church about its founder, the Reverend Henry McKeagney. When he died, John said, the Reverend was buried in a small graveyard right behind the church. But when a small church addition was built, his grave had to be moved.

You're standing on him, John replied.
Eew!
John just smiled. We walked over to the small side annex. Turning, he pointed to a large square of new floorboards in the center of the church. That's how they got into the basement when they needed to install a furnace, he said.
But they found a surprise down there...several more graves that had to be relocated.
"Where?" I asked, right on cue.
John smiled at me and said, "You're standing on them."
Yeah, he got me again.
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