Not among the living
Graveyards are something we cannot escape. They range from small ones to large cemeteries. Sometimes you will find one next to or surrounding a church. Sooner or later, most of us will reside in one.
This is a big city graveyard, not too far from where I live. I've been to a few cremations there, but never walked around it. When I did, this is an overview of what was seen.
I find that English graveyards tend to be in disrepair. Where I lived in the States many years ago, the small town's cemetery was looked after and you never saw stuff like this.
A visit to Germany a while back there was a graveyard which was immaculate. What really struck me were the names. Many, the same as the ones in the little mid-west town where I spent my early childhoodit was kind of strange. Both the American and German ones looked almost the same and very well maintained.
I don't spend much time among the dead. Occasionally, when out on a trek, I might pass a small village church. Some are completely surrounded by the graves, which I find really odd. A bit like, "Why do you seek the living among the dead?"
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