There's a large public cemetery near my apartment. Today I took a walk around the edge of it. Instead of reaking with sadness, love seemed to be overarching emotion inside the grounds. It really is a large cemetery for the size of the town.

It was a little unsettling to see a husband's name with no death date on the headstone with the dead wife. Yes, obviously they will want to be buried together so he knows where he's going and his name won't be changing and his birthdate won't either, but... It's still a bit morbid to me.