We spend a good deal of our time in cemeteries. Sleeping, picnicking, chasing down the screaming high schoolers who snuck in under the fence to make out after dark. And in all that time, we occasionally come across a good crypt to hide behind or a nice tree to lounge under.
But nothing makes our day (or night) more than finding a quality headstone. Someone who really gets it. We’re talking, one with an epitaph that makes you howl with laughter into the still moonlit air.