You're dead on with both points, though I think it's the second one that's just way too important to forget. Many years ago, my grandfather started selling cem

You're dead on with both points, though I think it's the second one that's just way too important to forget. Many years ago, my grandfather started selling cemetery property and later worked his way up to the point where he was able to buy a small cemetery himself and grow a company from there slaving away with his brother. Until the day he died, he never really stopped. The company's still in the family, and I love to talk to my dad and one of my uncles in particular about some of the stories from back when. The really impressive part (IMO), and the one you made me think of, is how they all grew up working outside in the heat and the rain and the cold and everything in maintenance. Some of the stories are really just amazing to hear, and absolutely helped them better understand every facet of the business. But when I hear them the talk, there's a fondness of those memories and the sweat that made them that's just really hard to not be a little in awe of. In some ways, I think they enjoy them more than even things like a road trip to Disneyland. It's no wonder I got to do the same thing as a teenager :D. Anyhow, who knows, when you find yourself sweeping the floor you might just find you enjoy it more than you'd think when it's all said and done.