he who hangs out in cemeteries

Today, Andrew and I walked through the Lone Fir Cemetery.  I used to live near a cemetery when I lived in McCook.  It wasn't as depressing as one would think.  It was more depressing that I lived in a trailer park near a cemetery.

As a date, I think that it works because I don't think of cemetery walking as traditional.  Some of the graves were pretty damn old.  Andrew cited an author's focus (although I can't remember who at the time) about how we die twice.  We die our natural death and then again we die when the last person to remember us dies.  So, that's slightly depressing but it's still a very calm, beautiful, peaceful place.  I still want to be cremated though unless I can be buried in one of these coffins: