Resurrection Mary, so the legend goes, was out dancing with her boyfriend. He told her she was pretty but she wasn't beautiful, he told her Mary Ellen had better breasts and Emily Rose had silkier hair. She begged him to stop, that he was hurting her feelings, but he wouldn't. She said, if you loved me, you wouldn't say such terrible things. But he laughed and told her to relax, baby, I'm just kidding around. They continued dancing; a lindy, a waltz. She loved the smell of his cologne, his dark hair and dark eyes. She liked the way he stole a kiss when no one was looking. He was her first lover, and she thought they would be together forever.
She almost forgave him until Emily Rose danced by them. He whispered something in Emily's ear, and she laughed. Mary decided that she would rather walk home alone, in the dark cold night, than spend another minute with him. While crossing the street, she was hit by a car and killed. It was the 1930's. Heartbroken, her parents buried her in a white dress and white kid shoes. But she didn't stay dead. People still see her on the same highway where she died. She's a beautiful girl, pleasant and polite. She just needs a ride. She's formally dressed and appears educated and prepossessed. Sometimes its the middle of the night, and sometimes its bright afternoon. She always asks the driver to stop at the cemetery on the same stretch of road, the same place where she refuses to stay buried. She always goes home. She's a good girl who knows what's best for her.