I love cemeteries!

Life...preferable after all to total nonexistence, the state of being eternally unborn, of never had opportunity to contemplate the exquisite joys and sorrows of life, brief as it is.

C.L. Sulzberger

Talking to our mailgal today (this isn't quite as sexist as it sounds--as a grandmother, she appreciates it). After five years on our route, she's heading across town to start another route next week. We'll miss her.

"Hey," I said, "your new route will take you past the cemetery."
"Yeah, that's right."
"Cool, anytime you're blue, you can look over the fence and think, Hehe, I'm alive and you're not!"
Her chortles filled our alley.

(You had to be there.)