ALL MY FAVE GRAVES 

My uncles headstone says “god is great, beer is good and people are crazy.” That pretty much summed it up for him!

My little brother committed suicide recently and thanks to you and his video we were able to lay him to rest in Prairie Creek, which is about 20 minutes from our home. My whole family thought I was crazy for even recommending it, but they loved it so much!!! Thank you for helping my brother go back to the earth in such a beautiful way!

"if you are a single crazy cat lady who loves swingsets and graves..." Me: * sweats nervously *

Hello! The reason why there would be swingsets and playground in a Japanese cemetary is because there's a yearly ritual that families practice (I forget the month) where they come and tend to their ancestors/ family members graves. It's a very beautiful tradition. They clean the tombstones, recite prayers, and offer food and gifts to their departed loved ones. So why not have a playground for the little ones to entertain themselves because the services could be a couple hours long. PS: I hope this could be enough of an interesting comment to illicit a video on various Asian funeral customs. Heck, maybe we could even visit US Asian cemeteries? Anyone agree?

There was a grave I saw in Florida, if I remember correctly, that simply stated: "I told you I was sick" I could just imagine that person being like "Ha! Showed them!"

Anytime my family went on a road trip, we would always stop at cemeteries. The game was that we had to find the oldest headstone. One day we are in some small Texas town. All of us kids spread throughout the cemetery to find the oldest tombstone. We all came back with the exact. same. date. This tiny unsuspecting town day a tornado tear through it in the early 1900s, killing over 300 people. Only two men survived, and buried the entire town themselves.

Caitlin: various intellectual thoughts and videos on respect for the dead advocating a cheaper yet respectful way to say goodbye to those less fortunate. Also Caitlin: mother foo-Kay

When Neil Gaiman wrote The Graveyard Book, a story about a boy raised in a graveyard by ghosts, he lived beside a cematary with his family. He was inspired for the book when he was watching his children play around the tombstones, something they did regularly.

My favorite grave is not a grave per se. My husband and I had been married for 30 years when he died at age 53. We had watched Dr. Who every Saturday night for almost the whole of our time together. We donated his body to science and they sent back his cremated remains. He how lives in a ceramic Tardis on the mantelpiece in our library.

Omg...no idea where Mother "Foo-Kay" is Buried!!😂😂😂😂🤣🤣

Not really a favorite grave, but a cute grave story. I grew up in a small town, and my parents are buried there. At my mother's funeral, my sister and I were talking to the mortician, admiring the decoy ducks in his funeral home (small town, remember?) and commenting that our parents particularly admired one local decoy duck carver. When we got to the cemetery, the funeral director said "Look" and pointed to the grave across the path from my parents' plot. It was that decoy duck carver's grave. I'd like to think he and my parents are spending eternity swapping duck carving stories.

"When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two man and a discharge for loving one." Leonard Matlovich best one, hands down

I volunteer for findagrave taking photos of headstones requested online. If I'm in a graveyard fulfilling a request, I'll also photograph new graves. It's the way I give back to people with genealogy hobbies like mine.

2 years late, but my favourite grave is a neighboring one to my grandmother's. We use it as a landmark whenever we go to see her. She's buried with her husband in a Ukrainian military cemetery here in Canada; almost every grave is identical, and we don't read Ukrainian so it's hard to pick her out of the lineup. But the marker directly across from hers? Six feet wide, polished black stone, emblazoned only with the family name; Dub. Dub always points me in the right direction. Thanks Dub.

You would love the Non-Catholic Cemetery in Rome: lots of dead poets, writers and philosophers (Keats and Shelley but also Camilleri and Gramsci are there) and lots of cats!

I've always had a favourite stone in one of the cemeteries in my hometown. "Weep not for her; She is not dead. But sleepeth"

there's a cemetery near my house and for some reason people will go jogging there. person1: why would you want to go jogging in a cemetery?? person2: because I'm the healthiest person here.

When I die I want my gravestone to have an ominous riddle on it, hinting that I will return as a vengeful sprit. That is not even a joke I am 110% serious.

Zora Neale Hurston, the author who wrote “Their Eyes Were Watching God”, has a whole story around her grave here in central Florida, about 20 minutes from Orlando in Eatonville. She was buried originally in a pauper’s grave, but Alice Walker (of “The Color Purple” fame) upon learning of this paid for a proper headstone and for Zora’s gravesite to be cleaned up in a fashion befitting an icon of American literature. More people should know this story, I think. It might be cool to do a video on!

So glad you included Highgate! It was the site of my first existential crisis and I credit it for my death positive attitude. Why? Because age 8, my folks brought me on a tour there and the first grave the guide pointed out had my name on it. Like my entire name. Same spelling, same middle name, everything. It didn't belong to a relative or anything. Just someone who who died tragically young the 1800s. Really put things in perspective.

I'm not sure what it says about me that I really like the idea of a cemetery full of kittens with an open swing set. I love the swings.

I have a cemetery close which is not the home of cats, but of bunnies...dozens and dozens of bunnies jumping over the graves.

I've always loved going to cemeteries. They ARE peaceful. I love that you said that..Alot of people think I'm morbid or "out there." Im not emo or anything, I just find cemeteries an ideal place to find peace. Love your channel!

My Austrian-Hungarian-German side of me says "THANK YOU For pronouncing "BUDAPEST" correctly as "BUDA-PESHT" as it SHOULD be! :D

Found this headstone last weekend in Murphy’s CA it said “He just wanted to have fun until this happened”. Hahaha!

when i go to my grandparents' graves i try to re-stand the older soldier tombstones. they're less than 2 feet tall tablets that are knocked over and forgotten when mowing so i apologize each time.

When i was a child, raised in Germany, we would walk in the woods & find old roman ruins including old headstones and graveyards. You could find old roman coins and it was beautiful. In its own way nature and history had created secret locations that as a child i thought were the best place to die ❤

And now I no longer feel weird for having a love of old cemeteries. I love wandering around them and reading the headstones.

I honestly just want a simple slab that says "OMFG she fuckin' dead" on my grave. And also, my favourite grave is my grandfather's, for the simple fact that he is there, I don't remember him as a healthy person, he died from cirrhosis when I was about 6 years old, but even having the health problems he had, he still was able to make an awesome impact in my childhood, something that my sister and cousin never had

Most unusual and poignant is a little girl's grave in Broken Hill NSW Australia. She was an only girl in a mining family with sons . I think it was the 1970s she was hit by a car and subsequently died. Her family has reconstructed her bedroom as was with books clothes toys and all including the bed over the top of where her body lays. There are windows to look through and the normality of the scene but in a cemetery in the middle of an Australian desert where the only grass that grows is in the Children's Section of the cemetery is just plain eerie.

I've always loved cemeteries. As a little girl (3 or 4 years old) I would beg my parents to pull over so I could go "play" in the cemetery. Mom said I probably thought cemeteries were parks. To this day, I love visiting cemeteries. They are so peaceful & full of history. Thank you for your videos! Love them.

📃My favorite grave has to be the brownie recipe this woman literally "took to the grave". But my highschool is actually across the street from 2 cemeteries. Sometimes after school I go and hang out there.🍫

If my wife goes before I do, her headstone will say, among other things, "Where are my glasses?"

GIVE ME KITTIES AND SWINGS OR GIVE ME DEATH! Wait...

I saw a pic once of this epitaph: “Well this sucks” which always makes me laugh! In the cemetery where my family is there’s a stone with the surname Krapp which I always chuckled at as a kid ahaha

I'm very restless sometimes and when I was still studying I would often take walks in the city cemetery, since there wasn't really a park, forest or beach nearby and I had no car. The energy there was peaceful, you were almost always by yourself and you could just walk around, check out the different types of graves and wonder what sort of people lay there and what their lives had been like. It gave me a sense of peace, I felt closer to humanity and I also felt I was paying respect by visiting and wondering about their stories.

Give me a simple, flat tombstone that says "you know she dead".

My favorite grave is Edgar Allan Poe's...I love his work, I live in Baltimore, and it's in a beautiful cemetery.

Udo Jürgens' grave in Vienna is the most beautiful one i've seen so far. He was a singer and pianist and his headstone is a giant marble grand piano

I am most definitely a single cat lady living on my own with my one cat, and I would love to visit Tokyo, Japan just to see the kitties and swing on the swings :3

I almost joined Leopold from laughing so hard at his last name....

"I Told you I Was Sick" BP Roberts - Key West Cemetery

“I’m sure you’re familiar” in context of the heart surgeons writings is so funny to me wuiduwfudjdjdj

I went to Okunoin on Mount Koya in Japan, it's an ancient cemetery on the mountain. It has a path with lanterns that light up as soon as it gets dark, you can do a guided tour in the evening! The experience of walking there got me teary eyed, it was such a beautiful, magical place. It had also snowed so the entire cemetery was covered in fresh snow. Okunoin (奥の院) is the site of the mausoleum of Kobo Daishi (also known as Kukai), the founder of Shingon Buddhism and one of the most revered persons in the religious history of Japan. Instead of having died, Kobo Daishi is believed to rest in eternal meditation as he awaits Miroku Nyorai (Maihreya), the Buddha of the Future, and provides relief to those who ask for salvation in the meantime. Okunoin is one of the most sacred places in Japan and a popular pilgrimage spot. - Japan guide.

One of my favourite graves (which I haven't yet gotten to visit) is Marquis de Lafayette's grave because he had American soil shipped to France where he was buried so he could be buried under American Soil after being such a big part of the American Revolution

Hey Caitlyn, just wanted you to know that I got a job at a funeral home! Its my first job and I love it so much. Thank you for inspiring me

My favorite graveyard as a whole was one in Reykjavik, Iceland. The older graves have trees growing right out of them, making a gorgeous place for an afternoon walk.

In my country, Romania, there is a Happy Cemetery where your tomb stone, which is a wooden cross, is painted blue and on it there is a little funny poetry about the your life.

Obviously the best grave belongs to Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen. HE WAS #1

In the cemetery where my grands, greats and great greats are, we always "visit" Amanda who is not family. Amanda is listed as the second wife on her husbands eight foot stone. Under her name and dates is the epithet (sp?) She Did The Best She Could

I grew up on a reservation, my grandma was full blooded Diegueno and my grandpa was half Cherokee half English, people used to whisper about the strange little girl that's always in the cemetery, sitting under the oak tree reading. I loved to read, so I would sit by one of my relations graves and just read. I felt perfectly fine and comfy just reading. Even in college I would go to the cemetery up the road from my mortuary college and study, it was perfect, no one bothered me, if someone was to walk by, they just smiled and went on to wherever they were going.

I saw a picture once of a monument of a little boy getting out of the weelchair. Was really touching and its my favorite.

my dad was a huge civil war buff and dragged us kids up and down the east coast looking at battlefields and cemeteries. i used to love walking among the oldest i could find and imagining what their lives were like. the favorite grave i've seen would have to be geronimo's gave in fort sill, oklahoma. great vid!

In third throughout fifth grade my school was next to a cemetery. I never really got along with the other kids, so during recess I used to grab a book and sit over in the cemetery because the kids were too scared to go there. My teachers didn't like it, but my mother never saw a problem with it so they couldn't really do anything about it.

Key West’s cemetery is beautiful, interesting, and even amusing to visit. You can get self guided info there telling you about certain markers and people. B.P. Roberts’s marker simply says “I told you I was sick.” It’s just an extension of the city’s long and quirky history. It’s a great way to spend a beautiful morning wandering through and taking in the sights and stories.

I've always checked out cemeteries when I've travelled. They're super interesting and beautiful places. It's amazing to go to see graves that are hundreds of years older than the country I live in. My favourite cemetery was in Scotland in the highlands. There was what must have been an old thatched roof church (the roof was ling gone though). When we went in to what was left of the building, which was just the four outside walls, we found it also had graves inside it. There was just bare grass inside the same as the outside and gravestones in there. It was really odd and really interesting

My favorite grave is the one of Roy Glenn Marshall at Stokesdale United Methodist Church graveyard in Stokesdale, NC. My sister and I would go for walks in the evening when we lived in this small town, and as we were on the way back home we'd go back through the graveyard. Roy Glenn was in an area kind of alone, so we'd stop and sit on his stone and talk with him. We didn't know anyone there, as we'd moved from CA and were just getting to know people in the area. One of our favorite things to do was go to the graveyard and watch thunderstorms blow in, since it was the only clear place that wasn't completely surrounded by trees. When the storm got really bad we could run into the church or fire station, neither of which were locked. It was a really small town, back in the late 70s, early 80s, a very lovely place, like Walton's Mountain. After my sister moved back to CA I kept walking and visiting Roy Glenn every night, then joined the church and attended for years until I married and moved to another small town about 20 miles away. My mother in law developed Alzheimer's and I spent lots of days sitting with her listening to her talk repeatedly about the same things. To break the monotony I'd try to get her onto different topics, and I loved to get her talking about her family. As a young child she had lived for several years in Stokesdale. Her maiden name was Purgason, and her father had worked at a small gas station there, was a sharecropper on a farm and they had attended the Methodist Church that I had, only she had gone there when it was still a small wooden church. When she told me that I was delighted, because she said they had torn that church down to build a "new rock church", the one I attended. My sister and I had found parts of that church thrown away in the woods when we had ridden our horses, and I'd salvaged a window frame that had once held stained glass in it, and had repainted it, and it now hung in my home, so was something my mother in law saw each time she visited us. It was likely one of the windows she had sat in as a child listening to the sermon and trying to catch a breeze in the summer heat. After the rock church was built her family had moved to other places in NC, but her cousins had remained in the Stokesdale area. Just before I left the church they had decided to rebuild, and the old rock church was torn down, but parts were auctioned to raise money for the building project and I bought one of the sanctuary lights which hangs in our entryway, something she remembered as being so fancy in the "new church", a simple schoolhouse light. One afternoon we drove to Stokesdale to visit her cousins, Jewel and Daisy, on the family "homeplace". They were delightful ladies, in their 90s and we had a lovely conversation on the front porch of the farmhouse built in the 1800s where generations of Purgasons had been raised. Later a truck drove up and Mamie got out, someone I knew from my time in the fire department with her. She wanted to know why I was there, and I wanted to know why she was there! She was my mother in law's cousin, originally a Purgason, who I'd only known by her married name. What a lovely time we had thinking about all the coincidences of my relationship with my husband's family. But then they started talking about Mama's daddy and his sister, who had married and had stayed in Stokesdale after her family had moved away. Mama's aunt, her daddy's sister, had married a man named Marshall, and they had a son named Roy Glenn, and yes, he was buried in the graveyard at the church. When we left the cousins that day I drove to the church graveyard to visit Roy Glenn Marshall with my mother in law and told Roy Glenn how much I appreciated him for bringing me to his family, all the way from California.

My favorite grave is the grave of Chief Kanosh in my mother's hometown cemetery. It's this eight foot obelisk-type memorial gravestone, and there's a local legend that if you run around it three times and then yell at the ground, "Chief Kanosh, what are you doing down there?" that he will say " nothing "

Vienna Central Cemetery: the Grave of Falco, a famous austrian Singer known for the Song " Rock me Amadeus"

2 graveyard are my fav stories: I grew up in a house that was 150 years old. Every year, the first flower that bloomed in the garden we’d take to the graves of the people who built my house. We’d spend the rest of the day just hanging out talking about Minnesota history. I honestly really miss the tradition! When I was in highschool, I went to an alternative Montessori style school. To college data on live expectancies we went to the local cemetery and divided it up my section so we collected the birth and death dates of everyone there. Then we just stayed to have English class there too, reading Howl by Alan Ginsberg aloud together in circle near the center. I think Alan Ginsberg would approve, and honestly it was a pretty fun time too! Cemeteries are very underrated places to hang out!

I'm a life member of The Association For Gravestone Studies (AGS). Our mission is to foster an appreciation of the cultural significance of gravestones and burial grounds through their study and preservation. Great organization with an entertaining quarterly publication and programs throughout the U.S.

I am totally a single crazy cat lady who loves swingsets and graves. Thought I was alone in that club...

my favorite is one I saw that says "Damn its dark down here!"

I also went to Berlin and found Bertolt Brecht’s grave, a famous playwright who I LOVE. It is in a tiny plot of land in the middle of a road island in suburban Berlin, surrounded by houses with a stone wall and a tree. It’s a very odd place to be buried and yet so normal a place...

Couldn't help but laugh at 'Leopold Fucker' :')

Growing up, my dad would take me on back county roads. Whenever we stumbled upon a cemetery, we stopped and walked around. Especially in the middle of nowhere, it's interesting to look at name trends and how old people were when they died. One cemetery that was especially isolated must've been half children under the age of 3. In town a friend of mine would shout "economy!" whenever a headstone was shared front and back. There was one cemetery across the street from her at the time that had a bunch of jokes like "I told you I was sick!", benches with mini courtyard designs, and some other fun things I should probably revisit because I don't remember. Ghost towns sometimes have cemeteries and creepy stories on plaques. I haven't been to many major city cemeteries though. Just New Orleans. It was a family trip and we (Dad and me--Mom just shook her head) thought we were obligated to see an above ground cemetery. Side note, I learned to drive at a cemetery, lol. Creeped out my peers when I told a few. The cemetery had a swerving drive through and a loop to the mausoleum. At the mausoleum I learned to back up down an S shaped drive. Actually, many other driving lessons were on the lonely county roads I mentioned before. I didn't realize how death oriented my driving education was. I drive manual, too, so it's funny how people seem so impressed with these driving stories.

My favourite grave is my grandfather's- not just because we were close, but his tombstone reads "A true gentleman, and a real cowboy." It's an extremely cool epitaph, and completely accurate.

That's me and my dad's favorite activity! We like trying to find the oldest graves. In Scotland we found a grave from the 9th CENTURY!

I went to Vyšehrad Cemetery in Prague. They had a lot of amazing graves. There was one with hand statues coming out of the grave and I definitely took pics of me reaching out to the hands. lol.

Salt Lake City has the most beautiful tombstone ever in memory of Matthew Robinson. It was designed by his father and depicts Matthew standing up and reaching for the sky. Matthew was paralysed from the neck down.

My favourite grave belongs to my great-aunt, my Mamie. It's not special-looking, just a big ol' slab. But it's special to me. She died when I was 6, and we couldn't fly out to put her to rest, which is the first time I ever remember being honestly, tears-of-rage furious. We adored Mamie. She had helped raise my mother after her father died young, so she was almost a grandmother to us. But we lived in Yellowknife, NWT and she lived in our hometown of Chicoutimi, Qc. We only visited everyone once a year. So instead of just saying goodbye and leaving, my mom decided she would make a Big Day of it. We got all hyped up to go see Mamie. We packed a picnic. We laid out the blanket over her grave and spend the entire day in the cemetery, lounging, reading, napping in the shade, playing and telling the gravestone about everything we'd done in the last few months, or as well as little kids can. We were taught to be respectful of other visitors and keep away from them if they needed peace and quiet, because some people did it quietly, my mom emphasized. It made her so happy. My little brother has recently confessed that he finds this story weird, but he also doesn't remember Mamie. He was really little. I remember it so beautifully, though, and I think it was a great way for us to confront death for the first time, and celebrate Mamie.

The Necropolis Graveyard in Glasgow is beautiful. Up on a hill. Can see for miles. Some beautiful sculptures and gravestones.

I thought I was the only weirdo that loved to visit grave yards and not know a single soul. I find them so interesting a piece of history to that part of land or region. They are quite peaceful and beautiful.

Caitlyn you are seriously nerdy, crazy, funny as fuck, and I love your take on death. Keep up the good work!

I always enjoy walking around cemeteries, always makes me very reflective and thoughtful.

I was fortunate enough to spend time in France living with a family and then touring with a group. I want to Père LaChaise with my host brother to visit Jim Morrison and Voltaire. We actually got lost in the cemetery, which I loved because I got to see the gorgeous tombs and spend more time there, and we got stuck in a funeral procession for a short time. Fortunately I’m essentially always dressed appropriately for a funeral, so we didn’t draw too much attention. I was amazed at how...unimpressive...Jim’s resting place was and how a guard stood watch over it 24/7 (basically to keep away Necromancers and vandalism). I was also struck by the graffiti left on more ancient tombs that pointed the way to Jim. That cemetery is not only incredibly beautiful and full of history, but is packed with nuances that I don’t think you will ever find elsewhere.

I'm in Oregon and in the Lone Fir cemetery there's a scrabble board for a headstone. it's pretty cool

My favorate grave is an entire cemetery, the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery located in Tarry Town NY, about 25 miles north of the city. Pack a lunch and enjoy an afternoon. And on Halloween local actors dress as ghosts and the Headless Horseman ^_^

I love spending time in cemetaries. I take photographs of the stones and I especially enjoy doing so in the fall. They are beautiful, peaceful places.

Thank you for being the first woman from America to pronounce Edinburgh correctly!!! And LOVE all of you videos

Speaking of New Orleans... a video on the death traditions of New Orleans would be a blessed thing for us to all enjoy. PLEASE!

People are just dying to get into cemeteries. I’ll leave now.

Edith Piaf's grave at Père Lachaise Cemetery in Pairs is my personal favorite. Legend has that a red rose pedal is mysteriously placed on her grave everyday. One popular theory is that it's placed there by the cats that live in the cemetery.

My parents have always loved cemeteries and any time we visit a new town we inevitably end up wandering around one, I absolutely love them! My university city had a really large number of churches (to the point that to go to the mall you had to walk through the graveyard, to go to the library you went through a graveyard, to get to the pub, yep, you guessed it, through a graveyard-) and there was the most beautiful old cemetery a 2 minute walk from my old flat. Being there was a place of peace for me within the period of stress from studying. My partner and I had many picnics in the various graveyards, even having fish and chips in one, and we made days out from visiting them, going on quests to find popular graves of known people and spending time sitting by long forgotten ones to share with them some love. I cherish that relationship I get to have with such peaceful feeling places and I'm very grateful my parents have given me that outlook; there's an ossuary an hour-or-so from where they live, maybe I'll have to take things a step up and see if I can take them there... 😅

I love cemeteries, and regret not heading to the one I saw up in Washington state last week. Gorgeous headstones, beautiful place. Oh, and also, Bob Ross is buried 15 minutes from my house here in Florida! I paid him a visit and brought him a paint brush a couple months ago. My favorite cemeteries were in the UK when I lived there. The small little towns and their stone churches, surrounded by grave stones. Haunting and picturesque. I spent a lot of time hanging around the little town church and cemetery where I lived.

I traveled from Sonoma County California to Renton Washington looking at the neighborhood my father lived in before he died as I had never been there. I found the house and was deeply saddened. I decided to go to Starbucks and get my head straight and on the way I saw a big memorial inside a grave yard so I checked it out. Turns out it was Jimi Hendrix... To this day I believe that smoking cigarettes and listening to purple haze on his tomb stone saved me from a really truly gloomy day. Also, Ripley from Ripley's believe it or not is in our local cemetery in Santa Rosa.. I totally believe it. His logo is on the tomb stone. P. S. I got my whole family to binge watch your videos and my husband and I are greatly looking forward to your podcast! -Shiloh

Hi from Budapest! I'm so glad to have the Kerepesi Temető mentioned, it is such a beautiful place! Especially in autumn with the leaves turning red.

The tomb of Michelangelo in Santa Croce, and the joint tomb of queens Mary and Elizabeth Tudor in Westminster Abbey, their two coffins are stacked one ontop of the other, and it DRIVES ME CRAZY.

If you haven't already, check out Woodlawn Cemetery in The Bronx (NYC). Many famous graves including Woolworth, Macy, Duke Ellington, Miles Davis, Fiorello LaGuardia, Robert Moses, and author of Moby Dick, Herman Melville. There are many elaborate and giant mausoleums and art installations as well as miles of landscaped grounds including waterfalls and fountains. It is one of my favorite places and if you haven't already visited you really should.

I love cementaries. The biggest here in my city looks like a mix between a forest and garden, absolutely beautiful and huge. My father, uncle, maternal grandma and paternal grandpa are buried there and so is one of my best friends who died in a car accident. He was run over while crossing the street, the first death I've witnessed.

If you've never been to the Hope Cemetery in Barre, VT, it's an amazing range of classic to new & trendy. Barre has an enormous granite quarry and consequently the stones are done by some incredible artists. It's an incredible place to visit.

I love too go to old cemeteries especially the old old ones you find in the middle of a field, sometimes you will find whole families death happening on the day

My husband and I bought our niche on our 2nd date. This is in the beautiful Great Mausoleum at Forest Lawn, Glendale, California. We visit it every year, getting to know our neighbors. We have a tradition of sitting on a bench in front of our wall, hold hands, and meditate. We love this peaceful time.💙

Hey there! I live in SLC Utah and in the cemetery we have downtown Salt Lake there's the grave of Lily Gray about half a mile in. Her stone reads "Victim of the beast 666". That's all that's explained on her stone and it's not some elaborate sculpture with angels and devils, it's just your standard head stone. Its really cool and you should check it out if you find yourself in SLC

You are an absolute delight! Your wonderful expressions, your wit AND the fact that I learn lots of interesting stuff from watching your videos just makes it a great experience. Keep up the dead work (groan).

I think my top 3 favorites are a big tombstone I saw up in Rochester, NY that said "I know something you don't", the tomb of Princess Charlotte in St. George's Chapel at Windsor Castle, and a very old Celtic cross tombstone in Kilkenny, Ireland. It was just really beautiful. My parents always took me on cemetery tours of historical places as a little kid when we would travel, and I still love visiting them today.

As a kid, my friend and I would ride our bikes down to the cemetery. There was an ice cream place pretty much across the street m, we would get ice cream... Ride to the cemetery, stash our bikes in a bush and explore the cemetery with our giant ice creams. As adults with kids of our own... We still do this every chance we get. 😂

In a cemetery in Maasin (Iloilo Province, Philippines) there is not only a two story mausoleum, but also a mausoleum with air-conditioning so mourners can grieve in comfort. I have a lot of family buried there and that's what stood out to me when I went last year.

So I'm finding this video way late, but one of my favorite things to do is get lost in cemeteries, its quiet, relaxing, and great exercise to walk around. Loved this video!

My favorite grave is of a local boy (Dallas) who became a Blues king, then at the peak of his career died in a helicopter crash in 1990: Stevie Ray Vaughan. We were devastated by his death. His burial estate is set up as kind of an "island" surrounded by 3 cemetery roads. It's beautiful and there are always flowers and little trinkets left on his grave no matter when you go. People will sit by him and play music. Several of us will take supplies and clean off his marker (Texas is dusty), or just sit with him in the shade, listening to the birds and wind chimes. It's been 30+ years and people from all over the world still stop by to pay their respects. I hope he is never forgotten.