They're coming to get you, Barbara...

On Saturday evening Beau and I and my folks went on a graveyard tour. Riverside Cemetery dates back to 1876, and is home to some really beautiful memorials (if that's what you're into, which I totally am). 67,000 folks rest there (it's next to the train tracks, which must interrupt even eternal slumber, but I digress).

I got some great photos and Beau went all cinematographer on our asses.

No story behind this one. I just thought it was really beautiful.

Headstone of a French prostitute who was brutally murdered downtown.
They never caught her killer.
(The headstone is so lovely because she came from money in France.)

Don't know the story behind this one either. But someone really loved their dog.
And that kind of devotion is nice. And it's a lovely stone.

During the tour, Beau kept wandering off his own. I found out later that he was using a fancy app on his phone to make movies. He shot zombie movies from the point of view of the zombie. The soundtrack is all him (no wonder he wandered off by himself--he was breathin' pretty heavily).