There is something about graveyards that appeals to me. I ask questions...who were they, how did they live, were they happy,sad, married, with kids, grand kids? Were they alone with no-one to care for them? What happened to them in their lives?
Every single person in here lived a life with all of it's rich tapestries and then...gone. Save for an epitaph on a slab of stone no-one would ever know of their existence...makes you think.
Next time you're in a graveyard, stop awhile and think.