My best cemetery story. I never knew my great grandparents, but they both had very distinctive names that I never forgot when my mom told me them for a family-tree project in fourth grade.
My family life was awful (because of dad not mom), I had left home at 18 and never looked back at my original small town my parents were from, avoided that whole part of country.
Lost a job at 29 and my dad was trying to bribe me with cash to love him again, so I went back. Took a day driving around small towns all over the state just to get high and collect myself (my dad plays Mr. Nice Guy but he is in fact a brutal psychopath who used to kill our family dogs and nearly killed my mother many times). Was driving in the midst of nowhere, empty little road with nothing but bored cops every few miles who will ticket you for spitting.
And I suddenly needed to pee, so urgently , no businesses or restrooms around for miles. I start frantically looking for a good place to pull over and squat, there's nothing. Go around a curve, there's a tiny cemetery. Most stones not big enough to squat behind. Pulled in, drove to the back, looking for a suitable stone, but finally my bladder forced me to just stop behind the closest small one and piss.
Afterward very relieved, I figured I should at least read the stone. Walk around to the front. It was Great Grandma and Grandpa.
I called my mom. "I found your Grandparents' grave!"