There’s a woman buried in my hometown cemetery, Bessie Anderson Stanley, who years ago wrote a nice poem that has in the last decade been bastardized into millions of “Love, laugh, live” signs that now unfortunately grace many a kitchen and living room. I doubt her estate is getting any royalties off her work.
Cemeteries do hold some interesting stories. A few years ago, my mother, who is a genealogy whiz, informed me that several of our relatives were buried in the Washington, Iowa cemetery. My wife and I drove there one hot July day. Having never been to Washington, we drove down the main drag, made a couple of lefts and lo and behold came upon a cemetery.