I love old cemeteries. They have stories to tell. Some are better than others and some are boring. You won't find my story in a cemetery, tho. I plan on being cremated and spread over left field at Tiger Stadium. Or shot into space with the grenade launcher my daughter has threatened to purchase just for the occasion. I will either be a home run or go out with a bang-my next life will be interesting.
This stamp reminds me of the cemetery in Frankenmuth, Michigan. It's on the backside of a church with a tall spire that is many decades old. I have done this footrace many a time in July called the Volkslaufe (The People's Race) that runs thru town, over wooden bridges and just as you come back from the farmlands, you cross thru the cemetery and round the church before heading back down a hill into town and over another wooden bridge. It's a grand way to spend the Fourth of July each year, assuming you can outrun the inevitable tornado warnings or flooded Cass River. Stay for the fireworks, too.