Where Dead People Live
I Love cemeteries, Always have. I don't mean any cemeteries. I mean the kind we still have around here, where they still let you plant pretty much whatever you want on the graves and the stones come in endless varieties according to the taste or budget of the purchasers. Where the old shade trees are allowed to stand and you are likely to find stones from the 1970's on the same lot with ones from the 1870's. They're such cool peaceful places, even in the heat of summer, with all the cool stone and green grass and tall shade trees. I like to walk through them and see how many of the people I actually knew, or at least heard stories about and the number is amazing!
Years ago, when I had more time than I do now, I was in charge of a County wide project to record the inscriptions in all the cemeteries in the area. It's been a long time since I've had an experience so enjoyable! Time just seemed to disappear, and I would often spend an hour or more just figuring out the epitaph on one old stone, without even realizing I'd been at it so long.
There are five generations of my family in our local cemetery and when I die, I'm going to be buried right next to my Great- Grandmother.