After telling a story about selling a cabochon Sapphire, my Palm Beach friend recounted a tale about her wealthy mother's Burmese sapphire ring. Collection gem. Worth a hundred thousand thirty years ago. Her mother wore it always, partially because it was too tight to take off her finger.
One evening in the 1980s the house was robbed by three Dominicans. One of them a member of the household staff. They couldn't get off the ring. Her knuckles were too swollen. The other two wanted to cut off the finger. The house boy said no. They took the loot and were never seen again.
Cut to five years later. Her mother dies suddenly and her body is sent to the mortician. Because drugs are found in the blood, the Palm Beach county ME orders an autopsy. Drugs were not the cause of her death. The old lady was buried in a closed coffin. Planted in Palm Beach. I'm always surprised to hear they can bury people in the coral crust of Florida.
Weeks later when Christie's is going through the inventory of jewelry and valuables, it comes to light that the sapphire ring had been buried with the mother in Woodlawn Cemetery across Lake worth in West Palm Beach. No human has ever been buried in Palm Beach. Only two pets.
So her mother was disinterred back above six feet and then reburied replanted sans sapphire.
The dead are worth nothing, except to grave robbers.
ps - I don't ever recall seeing a cemetery in Florida.
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