On my recent trip to Providence, I made sure to stop off at the local cemetery. What could be more fun in the dead of winter than a brisk walk over hundreds of long-gone Rhode Islanders (It wasn't my idea). Misanthropic desperation building, I took to my knees in prayer to summon Cthulhu, the aquatic monster who rises from the depths to ravage mankind in H.P. Lovecraft's classic short story. It turns out H.P. was right in front of me all along (or, rather, beneath me).
Celebrity aside, other fun corpses of note kept me quick on my toes, including a few with odd shaped headstones, one very swish "Leonard", cleverly camped out in an emphatic pink quartz cenotaph, and a few others. Given some of their surnames, I felt in good company. Porn stars have to die too right?
Cthulhu didn't pick up, but maybe with the collective help of my new found friends. . . :
The corpse formally known as Leonard.
Circles and stones may break my bones. . .
. . . and cubes. . .
A House is not a Home (PLEASE click on this link!)
That's "Goco", not Coco!
If only her last name were Summer it would be perfect.