Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow...
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.
The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left the most happy memories.
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...
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.