But how was Emma to know that after many years and many storms, the earth would give way around her subterranian home? During a particularly wet storm, the poor lass--still in her coffin with nameplate attached--was washed from the earth, and slid all the way down the side of the mountain. She was found by two local boys who took her to City Hall where she remained for two years, while officials searched in vain for her descendants. Finally, she was buried in an unmarked grave in the Manitou Springs cemetery. Apparently, the townspeople felt a bit guilty about Emma's long and difficult post-mortem battle. So, for the past four years, in honor of Emma's struggle to simply "rest in peace," and for her subsequent big race down the mountain, the town has been throwing its annual Emma Crawford Festival. And how do they celebrate this? Why, they race down the mountainside in coffins of course!"