A Death Full of Life

The only time I’ve ever slept in a cemetery was in 2018, in Vermont. I’d had a long day of biking and it was starting to get dark; the cemetery was the only place I could find to set up my tent. I tucked myself into a corner near the tomb of a woman whose husband was still alive, according to her epitaph. I spoke to her a little, and in the morning I thanked her for letting me spend the night undisturbed... More here.

Hard to know what to say about this article, but it is very well written and fascinating in a number of different ways.