When I had my first home built in a development in 1981, the builder went bankrupt in the middle of the job; my wife and I waited 18 months for that home to be completed. For about three years there was an unoccupied building lot right across the street from me; a real convenient place for me to dump my coal ash.
When a home was finally constructed on the empty lot, the homeowner did a lot of landscaping, including a few white pine trees on the spot I dumped my ashes. The trouble was, the pine trees kept on dying, and the fellow kept on replacing them, and they kept on dying .... Years later, I made the mental connection but, by then, the homeowner had given up on the pine trees. I never had the heart to tell him about the coal ashes. That's just one more thing to add to the list of reasons why I'm going to Hell!