It’s amazing the way things come together sometimes. What seems to be a series of random encounters string together over time culminating into a predetermined life-affirming - or in this case, afterlife affirming moment. Fate, as some people call it. This spiritual road trip began with a near-death vision at a compound in rural Virginia, intersected with a death-themed Mardi Gras Krewe in New Orleans, and was steered along by a canoeing Canadian commemorating his uncle. All leading D.S. Moss to Standing Rock Reservation looking for an old stone Memento Mori den.