I took some me time in Key West's graveyard after Florian confessed that accompanying his grandmother to a cemetery in Herborn had frightened him as a child.
Few of the tombstones were remotely scary tombstone. This Latin phrase, unfamiliar to me at the time, has a long history.
I expected angels
. . . but the insouciant frogs came as a delightful surprise.
Although not too much at the Folly during mating season when their loud, incessant croaking keeps me awake all night.
It's a wonder that something this unique--obviously commemorating a pilot--doesn't get stolen.
Other, less elaborate ornamentation, caught my eye, too.
Many of the dead are buried above ground. No doubt real flowers wouldn't last long in the tropical heat and sun.
One section honored sailors who went down with the U.S.S. Maine. The battle ship sank under mysterious circumstances in Havana harbor, where it had been deployed to protect American interests in 1890, but the death of 268 crew members helped spark a war with Spain a little more than two months later.
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