The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left the most happy memories.
The birthplace of anarchy is the cemetery of freedom.
My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyard's bed
I remember calling the council's cemetery department to ask about body decomposition in different soil types. Once they had verified that I was a novelist and not a sicko, they were extremely helpful.
I shook with cold and fear, without being able to answer. After a lapse of some moments, I was again called. I made an effort to speak, and then felt the bandage which wrapped me from head to foot. It...
Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow...
The Westwood Cemetery is just a few blocks from my home, and a number of my very dear friends are buried there.
It's like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world.
Because of his military service, Dad was buried in Arlington National Cemetery.