You gotta see what they found in Rome, I'm not kiddin' ya
Look—I'm sittin' here, wicked early, tryin' to get my head straight with a Dunkie's iced, black, and this article pops up about ancient Romans buryin' people with nails on their chests. *Nails*, on the chests of skeletons, because they thought it'd keep the dead from gettin' up and causin' trouble. Can you even *imagine*? We got enough trouble with the living on the Pike at 5 PM, never mind some restless Roman spirit hauntin' the North End. I mean, we got our own ghosts, sure – the old Combat Zone, the Pru without the fancy lights – but we don't need no ancient Roman zombie problem on top of it.
Here's the thing—they're sayin' it was some kinda ritual to "protect" both the living and the dead. Protect from *what*, exactly? A bad Yelp review from the afterlife? I'm just sayin', if you're so worried about your great-great-great-grand-uncle Tiberius comin' back to haunt ya, maybe don't piss him off in the first place? It's like tryin' to stop a Sox fan from complainin' about the bullpen – a few nails ain't gonna do it. Maybe they shoulda buried 'em with a couple of those awful Fenway franks; that'd keep anyone in the ground.
Wicked early, wicked real — that's how we do it from Dot to the Harbor.
You gotta hear Keith and the gang talk about this kinda stuff every mornin' – catch 'em live at mornings.live.