I love cemeteries. They have so many interesting things to see. Here is a smattering of them:
I plan to be cremated, but if I were buried, the last thing I would want is this heavy slab on top of me.
The whole road through the cemetery is lined with these highly pruned holly trees. I kind of like their super structure.
I took this picture just to hear Matt say their name with a German accent.
Which he did without prompting.
I know him well.
Oftentimes it is fun to say the names on the gravestone. Say it with me: “Slack.” I also like Mrs. Slack’s name: Nettie Elnora.
I was surprised by the very Disney looking Bambi carving on this stone, but this must have been before Disney started cracking down on its copyright. Or maybe they had a whole line of Disney themed gravestones? That wouldn’t surprise me.
Poor Leo. It looks like Mrs. Schlesinger found another place to rest her head. Also, I like the simple flower carvings and the font.
The section of the cemetery we visit has more than a few abandoned husbands. Mr. Van Winkle is not going to wake up from this nap.
These are fake flowers, but I did check to see who had this grave. Most of the graves in the section we go to aren’t very decorated.
I can never resist taking pictures of the mausoleum where my Great Uncle Tom is. Swinging early 70s meets quasi religious touches meets a TON of artificial flowers.
Different cemetery: The MAunts (looking more and more like my grandparents every day) decorating Grandma and Grandpa’s grave.
For George: Father, Musician, Horseman. (I’m trying not to be annoyed that he hasn’t listed “husband” to go with his partners “wife,” because overall, I like the concept.)