It’s interesting to see what year all the people were born and how old they were when they died. They are my favorite places in the world.
Everything except the last sentence is true for me. May sound weird but… yeah. When my grandpa died I was little and I didn’t really understand the whole thing, so when we went to the graveyard I used to go through all the tombstones and calculate which was one the oldest and things like that.
I’m color blind to that color, Thank you
I always cry at the children section.
Why did they use that bright green font?
Working in a graveyard would be a very good idea : it’s quiet and the inhabitants never complain.
So do I! My dead Cowboy friend lives there! Or well. Maybe “lives” isn’t quite the appropriate term…
^ That…. or just the peace and quiet.