Cemeteries are peaceful places. For campaign managers, they are an abundant source of additional votes for their candidate:
Artist: Charles Addams
For genealogists, they are a rich source of family data:
Although one must be careful. This gentleman, my GGG-Grandfather, was actually born in 1774; whoever had the stone made obviously thought, “Ooh, wouldn’t it be cool if we said he was born in the year of independence!” And so it was written, and so it was done. Still, graveyards have given me much information and many leads that I otherwise would not have had.
(A parenthetical plug here for FindAGrave.com, a virtual cemetery containing millions of online memorials.)
Having spent many, many hours haunting various cemeteries in my home town and during my travels around the country, I came to appreciate them as places of peace and contemplation, and sometimes great poignancy.
This one, located in the Salt Lake City cemetery, makes me mist up every time I see it.
People or their families choose to create memorials in many different ways – just Google the images section for “unusual grave markers” for a selection. Some are bizarre, others frightfully clever.
Today on reddit, I saw another monument posted; it captured my heart immediately.
Posted by /u/551100, this is the grave marker of Alfred Schnittke. Explained by /u/Rentiak:
“It’s a musical staff with a semibreve (the center bar) indicating a rest or pause in the music. The fermata (the half circle + dot at the top) indicates to hold the note (in this case the rest) as long as desired. The note should then be performed fortississimo (the three f’s at the bottom), meaning it should be performed extremely loudly/strongly.
So it’s an extremely loud/strong rest to be held as long as desired.”
Now that is resting in peace.
The Old Wolf has spoken.
I’ve seen a couple of clever jokes involving the fermata. My daughter has a t-shirt with a fermata on it captioned “Hold me.” I’ve also seen a rest with a fermata captioned “Shut up.”