It’s kinda morbid, but I love cemeteries.
I don’t know why I like them so much, most people avoid them.
I especially love really old ones, like the one I’m sitting in right now.
I can’t read the oldest stones, they’re too faded. The oldest one I found, that I can read, was 1882. It’s not the oldest looking stone by far, but time hasn’t eroded away the evidence of dates and names for this one.