If only the grave weren't silent. Well, these graves aren't. Like the third act of Our Town, this two-hour sampler--derived from Edgar Lee Masters's 1915 book of sardonic verse epitaphs--tells ultimate backstories. What failed the inmates of a downstate Illinois cemetery in life haunts them hard in death. Bittersweet monologues teem with unfinished business--recriminations, regrets, moot repentance, and occasional gratitude for gifts they wasted or that wasted them. Jonathan Hagloch's staging uses period images and bluegrass music to give sight and sound to memory. Homespun, no-nonsense performances provide poignant postmortems. We should all get such eloquent last words. --Lawrence Bommer
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