Not far from us (at Clayton) there is a 'natural, Eco Friendly burial ground where your loved ones can lie in harmony with the local environment' (just seems like an excuse to take maintenance fees and not mow the lawns and tend the flowers). Madame mnairb's brother in law is buried there and a few weeks after the funeral she wanted to go there and pay her respects (not me - I couldn't stand the Brit-hating tw@t, but someone had to drive). While she was pottering around his grave, I started mooching around the other graves (as you do). Everyone who was below ground was younger than me! I said 'for christsake lets get out of here, this place is giving me the creeps!'That used to be the first bit my father checked in the daily paper which, at the time, I thought very morbid. Guess who does similar today?