My story isn't so terrible, as what happened to the dead. My story is of what happened to me as a child. Every afternoon just about the time my dad was coming home from work, I would start to cry and carry on so bad that my mother asked my grandmother what she should do. My grandmother told her to take her apron corner and dip it in fresh urine and wipe my face with it! She said that someone gave me the evil eye when my mother had me in the baby carriage! Not a very neat thing to have happen! Sharon