I spent the morning at this charming little church, where, before we got rained out, I was making sure that unmarked graves aren't disturbed during the ongoing restoration. During the inevitable waiting around, I explored the graveyard.
I was much intrigued by these stones. Eddie -- you remember Eddie, right? Why does he need any further introduction? And grandma has been grandma for so long nobody even remembers her name. . . .
And then there is the mysterious case of Mrs. Windsor, who seems to have become a vampire.