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I have a strange fascination with death. I guess it all stems from when I was a baby. My mom sang at funerals and when a babysitter couldn't be found, I would sleep in the casket showroom.


I still prefer dark and quiet to sleep in.

There is a cemetery not too many blocks off campus. I like to walk through it every once and a while when the weather is still good and the sun is just setting. Familiar names to Beloit students pop up, like Chapin, Bushnell and Porter. Some of the gravestones are only a few years old while others date back to pre-Civil War settlers. The brick-paved roads show through on some of the lanes while in other places they are just gravel.

Going to cemeteries much be genetic; one of my dad's sisters lives across the street from one of the oldest cemeteries in Rhode Island and my mom has had encounters with guardian-angel butterflies when visiting family sites.

For October break (coming up in less than two weeks) I'll be off to the East Coast to visit family and friends. Hopefully I'll make it out to visit the grave of Nellie L. Vaughn, seemingly another vampire, like Mercy Brown.

P.S. I still hope for one of these some day.