Took a walk in Oakwood Cemetery, Troy, NY, today and saw some unusual things

Many cemeteries are wonderful to walk through.. I tend to still call them graveyards. My father is buried in his family's plot out in a beautiful rural area on Long Island...and my mother is in Long Island Sound...where she used to sail. Although I like to look at graveyards, I think I prefer to be gone in the wind.
 
Cemeteries are special places. There's the sense of mortality, or possible immortality. The trees, small wildlife, old architecture the unexpected things...
 
My late great grandfather took me to the local cemetry almost every day until I became 5 years old and had to go to school. Later in my life, when I lived in Kathmandu, Nepal, I often visited the burning ghats next to the Pashupatinath temple complex and it didn't take me long to come to a decision.
Needless to mention that the locals are pretty tired of foreign photographers literally elbowing their way through the crowds to get close-up shots of the bodies, something I've witnessed almost every time I went down there.
 
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