Sculptures

From Forest Lawn Cemetery in Buffalo, NY:

From Oakwood Cemetery in Syracuse, NY:

 

 A pair of very eroded...lions? sheep?

A broken headstone with a flower engraving

"Hollow dark in this mausoleum..."

Title is just an appropriate little snippet from a Jill Tracy song, "You Leave Me Cold."

From Forest Lawn Cemetery in Buffalo, NY:

From the Oakwood Cemetery in Syracuse, NY:

Another view

A sort of art deco-styled mausoleum:

A semi-spooky twilight shot of a mausoleum built into the hillside:

And this is technically not a mausoleum, but it has the overall size of one, so I'm including it here:

Facts of Life

Death was approached more bluntly centuries ago, as numerous gravestones feature its end product of skulls and skeletons. The classic winged death's head makes the most appearances on these delightfully morbid decorations.

From the Granary Burial Ground in Boston, MA:

From Copp's Hill Burying Ground, also in Boston, MA:

The Burying Point

From The Burying Point Cemetery in Salem, MA (the oldest therein):

Some decorative engravings, like this partial sun:

Or this bouquet of...something...bound with ivy:

Also some historic figures:

"Here lyes interred
ye body of Col(lo) John
Hathorne Esqr
Aged 76 years
Who died May ye 10
1717"


Justice John Hathorne of the Witchcraft Court

"Here
lyeth buried
ye body of Cap
Richard More
Aged 84 years
Died 1692
A Mayflower
Pilgrim"


Capt. Richard More, Mayflower passenger

Get out

From Oak Hill Cemetery in Herkimer, NY:

Peculiar or Punny Names

Sometimes the marker itself is boring, but the name is not.

From Oakwood Cemetery in Syracuse, NY:

 

Freelove Bore, 1803-1891.

Oliphant

This one is more of a visual pun: Graves among graves.

Boring, in a churchyard whose name I didn't note, somewhere in southern Tennessee [edit: Triune Cemetery!]:

Monumental

From Forest Lawn Cemetery in Buffalo, NY:

(warning: full size images are very large)

Why this title?

"In a Disused Graveyard"
-Robert Frost

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.