Wow, 2005. About ten years ago, I went to visit my brother at College of the Ozarks near Branson Missouri. While there he brought me out to a small grave yard right off of the highway. It was quite small and with all of the hustle and bustle of life, I am surprised anyone ever noticed it. The yard was filled with about twenty to thirty grave markers all dated back about one hundred years ago. There was even one crypt that was open due to the roots of the great tree in the middle of the yard. The whole place seemed normal, as normal as a grave yard can be, except one marker. It stuck out mainly because it was the only new one around. Inscribed on it was the regular markings, name, date of birth, etc. But the odd part about is was the year of death. The year was 2005. This year I plan on traveling back to that cemetery just to see if the ladies prediction was correct.