I’ve heard the stories. A sister dying in Ireland a minute after her brother died in Australia (they say he picked her up on his way by). An otherwise healthy [...]
There’s something quite lovely about visiting a cemetery on a clear, 30-degree, blue-sky day in Havana. I’m a great fan of tombstones and would happily spend my holidays going from [...]
Visits to cemeteries around the world People all over the world are dying to get in to cemeteries, to graves, to mausoleums. Their bones are buried, their ashes encased, their [...]
The Man Who Knew Too Much, Hitchcock's 1956 thriller, with Doris Day and Jimmy Stewart opens in Marrakesh. Ten years later, in 1966, Our Man in Marrakesh aka Bang! Bang! You're Dead! with Tony [...]
I was in Paris many moons ago and didn't care for it much. I have only vague recollections of being there, no lasting memories other than a rather poor impression [...]
Modesty aside, I think I have a fairly decent vocabulary. I can't lay claim to knowing every word in the dictionary but I could make an educated guess at the [...]
I've heard tell that Muslims are buried standing up. And the Muslim cemeteries I have been to would suggest the same. I did some digging while in Istanbul and although [...]
I've often wondered where the bitches and the bastards are buried. Those nasty people who beat their spouses, molest their kids, kill their mates. In all the cemeteries I've been [...]
A dead man here. Another one there. This one in his 60s. The other in his 80s. Beloved father, husband, son. An inevitability. Yet to see the markers of 211 [...]
