Reilly's the guy
We like the most
But we sure as heck hope
We don't see his ghost!
Someone who lives in this house, at Mass Ave. and A Street NE, has such a great sense of humor. Every year at Halloween a charming little graveyard appears in the back yard garden. The headstones are handmade, all of them "engraved" (with a sharpie, it looks like) with funny rhyming epitaphs. Very cool!
I love cemetaries, especially older cemetaries where the headstones are distinct from each other rather than the dreary newer fashion of flat stones on the ground, all of them exactly like the next one.
One of my favorite cemetaries is Mt. Auburn in Cambridge, Mass. Besides all the very interesting folks buried there (like Buckminster Fuller, for instance), the grounds, and especially the trees are beautiful. In the spring birds in migration stop to visit. People go to the cemetary to picnic on the grounds, an activity that's encouraged by the people who manage Mt. Auburn. That seems so friendly, and so healing, too. It's good to honor the dead in cheerful ways, I think.
Arlington Cemetary is a place I've visited often at this time of year, usually just to sit at the foot of the hill where the military clergy are buried. It's not a charming place, like Mt. Auburn or Capitol Hill's Congressional Cemetary, (a really fun place for dogs as well as dead and living people). No. Arlington is majestic though, and very respectful of those who rest there. "Rest" is more like it. All the dead at Arlington seem ready to spring to attention, should some high ranking military guy ask them to. Still it's a nice place to go visit. These days there are funerals taking place almost every day for soldiers killed in Iraq.
Some day, later on in this century, when I've passed away, I'd like a nice white marble headstone that says, "For whatever it was worth, she really was psychic." I think it's funny. And true, too, the best an epitaph can be.
Oh, but I'm not dead yet! Time to take the dog for a walk, do some laundry, go see the acupuncturist. And on and on, celebrating (as Bjork says) all the flesh on my bones.
L'Chaim, ya'all and Happy Halloween!