The Westwood Cemetery is just a few blocks from my home, and a number of my very dear friends are buried there.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I used to spend my holidays there in my grandparents' large family house, with my numerous cousins. When I die, I am going to be buried in the village cemetery.
I've got too many of my friends that retired and went home and got on a rocking chair, and about a year and a half later, I'm always going to the cemetery.
I live in the county where my mother was born and buried.
I buried Joel on our 48th anniversary. I had been with her since I was 16.
You should always go to other people's funerals; otherwise, they won't come to yours.
I was brought up at 3525 Decatur Avenue, in the north Bronx, right next to Woodlawn Cemetery.
I never wanted to see anybody die, but there are a few obituary notices I have read with pleasure.
I can't count how many of my friends are in the cemetery at Normandy, the heroes are still there, the real heroes.
In China, the dead are not forgotten - my relatives cheerfully pointed out all the niches of deceased friends and family, as if gesturing at the homes of the living.
I have two brothers buried in the military cemetery in Texas. I don't want to see any more of that.