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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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 house my great-grandfather moved to in 1865... I spent all my summers here as a kid haying with my grandfather, and it was my favorite place in the world.
I grew up in Minnesota. Four generations of my father's people are buried there.
How many people have a family grave in the backyard? I'm sure I'll end up there, or I'll shrink my head and put it in a glass box in the living room. I'll get more tourists to Graceland that way.
The Westwood Cemetery is just a few blocks from my home, and a number of my very dear friends are buried there.
My family had a business where they worked with gravestones, and I remember growing up and playing in cemeteries like it was a normal playground.
I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.
I live in the county where my mother was born and buried.
I have family in Ponce. It's a shame that my grandfather passed and I wasn't able to be there with him.
My childhood is in my brother's house, and I like to visit there and be reminded.