I love visiting cemeteries, not because of any romantic notions of death, but to read the headstones and try to piece together a story of family and society from these remnants of the past. I visited Greenlawn Cemetery recently and was moved by how poetically Victorians memorialized their deceased loved ones. One can find the graves of small children, young soldiers who fought in the Civil War, famous business magnates who gave their names to businesses and skyscrapers downtown, famous writers, and elderly gentlemen who apparently enjoyed fishing.
Because of the mature trees, dense undergrowth, and a pond, Greenlawn Cemetery is also know as a nature refuge where exotic migrating birds can be spotted on their way north or south, depending on the season. It seems like a nice place to spend your afterlife, doesn't it?