Tombs are the clothes of the dead and a grave is a plain suit; while an expensive monument is one with embroidery. (R. Buckminster Fuller)
Graceland Cemetery is full of tombs, graves, and monuments. It is a garden of stone. A place where death meets sculpture and architecture.
Graceland Cemetery is the final place of rest for Chicago's rich, famous, and forgotten. It is a garden of stone. Granite, marble, limestone. Many of the stones are worn. The names and dates are gone. The dead are forgotten.
There are rows upon rows of worn and fallen headstones sitting near tended tombs and monuments.
Time kills. It erodes bodies until they die. Time erodes stone until it chips and crumbles. It erases the names of the dead.
The earth starts to swallow some of the stone.
While the tombs and monuments of the famous fascinate, the worn and eroded graves pique interest. Who were these long forgotten souls?
In the Graceland Cemetery, the rich, famous, and unknown are all equal. They are all dead.
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