I was the one that got rolled. Recently my mother passed and I was having a little trouble affording the funeral and a proper resting place. I purchased a cemetery plot from Karen A. Trout, and I thought it was a very fair deal. It was a beautiful spot on the side of a hill, under a maple tree, overlooking a lovely meadow. Sadly, the hill experienced some erosion and now Edith Oven is exposed to the elements. I asked for my money back to move mother to a more appropriate resting place but Miss Trout has vanished.