My great aunt or whatever was killed by some white man at her prom with a shotgun. Somebody drove him there and he shot her. However many years later a white guy needed a ride on the side of the street and my dad gave him a ride. Turned out to be the same guy who drove the guy who killed her. Her grave was covered up and they made a little dirt road so you can see everybody else's grave in the cemetery behind my grandmother's old house smh