I wish this was a thing again. I spent most of my childhood living at a cemetery (it was my dad's side job to mow the lawns, open and close the gates, keep the

I wish this was a thing again. I spent most of my childhood living at a cemetery (it was my dad's side job to mow the lawns, open and close the gates, keep the water running etc., and we lived in a house right at the gate) and I always felt like the place wasn't dead because of the people buried there, but because we made it that way. We transformed what was essentially a park with tombstones reminding us of our loved ones into a weird, ominous, liminal space.