Unbelievable Story of How A Guy Met His Wife At A Graveyard
The internet is currently wrapped up with confusion and love at this guy's crazy story of love and loss, and you need to hear it.
It's not every day something unrelated to celebrity goes viral on Twitter, but when they do, you can be assured you're in for something good.
Hello, good morning. A ridiculous but ENTIRELY TRUE story coming up, told in three parts. Ten tweets per part so you might want to a) make a strong coffee, or b) ignore me— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
So get yourself that strong coffee, and let's share this wild ride together. First, we begin in a graveyard.
I always took flowers and my mum visited a lot and she always took flowers and my grandparents were still alive then and they always took flowers. My dad’s grave frequently resembled a solid third place at the Chelsea Flower Show.— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
If you're not familiar, the Chelsea Flower Show is an annual event in the UK that's been running every year since 1912, showcasing the best of horticulture, so basically the grave had a lot of flowers.
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Being the stand-up guy he is, @sixthformpoet decided he was going to do something nice and share the love with the grave's near his father's.
I did this for quite some time, but I never mentioned it to anyone. It was a little private joke with myself, I was making the world a better place one bunch of flowers at a time. I know it sounds weird but I came to think of him as a friend.— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
But after a while, he got curious, and this is where things take a WILD turn.
His wife didn’t leave him flowers BECAUSE HE’D MURDERED HER. ON CHRISTMAS DAY. After he murdered his wife, he murdered her parents too. And after that he jumped in front of the only train going through Balcombe tunnel that Christmas night.— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
THAT was why no one ever left him flowers. No one except me, of course. I left him flowers. I left him flowers every couple of weeks. Every couple of weeks FOR TWO AND A HALF YEARS.— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
A lot of us have imaginary friends through our childhood, but just imagine finding out yours had murdered 3 people and committed suicide. That's got to shake you. But @sixthformpoet, he decided to make the best of it.
I felt terrible for his wife and her parents. Now, I wasn’t going to leave them flowers every couple of weeks for two and a half years but I did feel like I owed them some sort of apology.— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
But how do you make amends for such an obscure thing, after so long? Why, like any sane person you would go and verbally apologise to their graves.
I found out where they were buried, bought flowers and drove to the cemetery. As I was standing at their graves mumbling apologies, a woman appeared behind me. She wanted to know who I was and why I was leaving flowers for her aunt and grandparents. AWKWARD.— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
Awkward is an understatement, honestly. Two-plus years of giving flowers to their murderer, and a surviving relative runs in to you as you're standing over their graves talking to them. You'd be wishing for your own grave with that much awkwardness, but @sixthformpoet is no ordinary man, it seems.
I explained and she said ok that’s weird but quite sweet. I said thanks, yes it is a bit weird and oh god I ASKED HER OUT FOR A DRINK. Incredibly, she said yes. Two years later she said yes again when I asked her to marry me because that is how I met my wife.— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
Now that would definitely make for a wild wedding speech.
"And that kids is how I met your mother.." pic.twitter.com/QIBL8nbMvP— פלופי בוב דרייבר (@FlupyBobDriver) June 10, 2019
That's not even where the story ends, either. There are two more parts to it and they somehow get more ludicrous.
Check out the other two parts below! Part two details a story about a Disneyland trip that does not go where'd you'd expect (and that's not just a lame joke about them going somewhere other than Disneyland, we promise).
TWO— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
We had two children and last year they said they wanted to go to Disneyland. We saved up and booked it but rather than say sure you want to go to Disneyland let’s go to Disneyland, we decided to make them earn it. I told them they needed to raise £3,000.
Part three certainly gives the other two a run for their money in terms of just how awkwardly adorable the whole ordeal is.
THREE— sixthformpoet (@sixthformpoet) June 9, 2019
I lived next door to a couple called Lucy and Tim. They were both lovely but very different to one another. He was a gregarious GET IN HERE AND DRINK CHAMPAGNE WITH ME type, she was far more reserved.
We hope you enjoyed giving those a read. You really hope they're true stories, too, because they read like a movie summary.
If you liked @sixthformpoet's writing, he has a book out on Amazon, and apparently he owes people.