I think you know that genealogy is a trip. That's meant to be both ways. It's fun and you have to go back and forth. Well I recently went back and found a death certificate number of my husband's great grandmother's uncle. I also found a death certificate of my great-grandfather's sister in a place where I never expected to find her. She died in Mexico City. (I thought that's a long way to go to die). Is that blasphemy?