udith Latham wrote:
> Where is he buried? In Hollywood? I hear they are silent on where he is interned.
> He's buried in the ground.
When I lived in Hollywood I went with a group of guys from the poolroom to the grave of Chaplin and dug up the coffin. It was an exhausting procedure.
"Pull up the lid", barked one of the guys. "Just yank on it." As if he'd done it a thousand times. Another advice giver - God, I hate them.
"It's stuck", I said.
"Could be stink juice", one of the guys replied. "You know, when you start to rot the stink becomes almost visible and floats upward away from the body, getting into the coffin seals and gunning things up."
I didn't know if he was kidding or not and don't to this day. But I got the lid open. A wild stench puffed out. A gentle wild stench. Odd. "Get that flashlight on him", I yelled as one of the guys turned it on. What had seemed a black and white movie turned suddenly to brilliant color. I could see the face of the sad little clown. It looked even sadder than it did in the movies. He was dead, could not move, could not do anything. But his soul lived on, trapped in his bones, it's sadness seeping out and into the face of the famous silent clown, now more silent than ever, yet his inner expressions louder than ever as his soul takes up the fight and wordlessly expresses its innermost feelings in ways we cannot yet imagine.
I was able to communicate with Charlie through his soul. Wordless stuff, like talking with an alien from another galaxy and the meaning comes across by way of highly advanced translations and so forth. I asked his soul, "Will Charlie ever do another movie?" His soul responded, "Not if I have anything to say about it." The the soul went on to tell me that Charlie Chaplin really wanted to be a boxer but was pushed into the movies by dominant parents trying to turn their only child into a money factory. Before we shoveled the dirt back over Charlie's coffin I could hear his soul gently weeping - out loud! Creepy stuff.