This house I grew up in was built in the 1800s, and the back yard was like a cemetery. Naturally, I grew up in an environment where ghosts and supernatural things were very unnerving to me, because my brothers and I dealt with it on a daily basis.
My closest friend, who died not long ago, is buried near Marx's grave in Highgate cemetery, so I see the gaggle of admirers laying roses at the foot of his tombstone regularly. I have never been tempted to leave flowers there myself. Great theories, shame about the practice. Marx did many things. But inventing class was not one of them.
I have always loved the Day of the Dead - a chance to celebrate death rather than to treat it like that awful scene in the cemetery.
If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery.
I'm single. I don't have a family. I certainly don't have to work. I don't want to be the richest man in the cemetery.
Because of his military service, Dad was buried in Arlington National Cemetery.
I can't count how many of my friends are in the cemetery at Normandy, the heroes are still there, the real heroes.
There's no reason to be the richest man in the cemetery. You can't do any business from there.
I realised how rich I had become and I asked myself, 'Do I really want to be the richest person in the cemetery?'
That this city has second lines - it's something I'm proud of. When the bands come back from the cemetery, they'll play something up - something like 'I'll Be Glad When You're Dead (You Rascal You)' - that will bring the people back to life.
