A family loses their eldest child to an unjustified murder and the father refuses to abandon his dead son's graveside. While the man's wife and son struggle through his absence at home, the passersby, along the route of Fulton Industrial Boulevard, grow rather fond of the man.
When the owners of the cemetery catch wind of the estranged man's dedication to the dead, things take a surprising turn for everyone involved.
Sometimes the quietest people have the best stories to tell.
That was the case for the man who frequented the corner of Fulton Industrial Boulevard. He could be found any given morning peddling flowers along the route of Fulton Industrial Boulevard.
Sometimes the carnations that you've bought to freshen your mantle are the same ones that kept a body company up on Hill Cemetery.
What kind of man would lift flowers from a person's graveside?
Perhaps, a man who'd lost everything to hapless murder? Perhaps, a man who spends more time with your departed loved ones than you do? Perhaps, a man who knows what's coming?
Beds and graves- they come to you if you don't go to them.
