Sometimes this blog will delve into, what I call, “After Death” practices, and the things that may happen to a body on it’s way to the grave.
New Orleans - and the outlying areas - have some of the most arresting cemeteries in the world. The need for above-ground burial, due to the city being below sea level, has created a unique metropolitan feel to its cemeteries; which are mazes of tall and hulking tombs resembling small buildings clustered together.
One thing, sadly, that you often see in cemeteries are the graves of babies. Stillborn or only living a few days, these graves are always touching.
Just beyond the South Gates of Louisiana State University on a small, otherwise non-noteworthy little road named Oxford, sits the remnants of an old Baton Rouge burial ground.
I would be remiss if I did not, on a blog about my graving excursions, talk about The Brandon Children.
When I told my good friend, John, about graving he was - to my delight and surprise - quite excited. He begged me to call him so that he could accompany me on my next trip out. I then found out there was a certain famous person buried in a nearby Baton Rouge cemetery, and the two of decided to see if we could find him.