WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME?
Cousin Meriwether McGehee and Me.
In 1876 my cousin Colonel V. (for Valentine) Meriwether McGehee, a veteran, a lawyer in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, died suddenly, only 35.
He was interred in a metallic case after the usual time. His funeral was about to take place on the second night of his supposed death. After near thirty hours the watchers over his remains were surprised and horrified by seeing the glass casing of the coffin broken open and the appearance of the corpse's head thrust through the aperture. The colonel spoke to ask, "What the Devil are you trying to do to me?" It is unnecessary to state that he was soon relieved from his uncomfortable situation, and at last accounts he was in a fair way of recovery, and is no doubt worth many dead men yet.
I don't know about genes but I do believe in family traits being passed down. Many is the time I have asked, "WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME?
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