What’s the meaning of life? Beats me! But I’ll tell you what, the dead seem to have it all figured out, lounging in what are now America's hottest new hangout spots. Yes, you heard that right; cemeteries are not just for the dead anymore.
Imagine, if you will, a place where the only stiff drink you’ll find is next to a stiff upper lip six feet under. John Doe Cemetery on the East Coast now sports a VIP section by the tombstones where you can sip overpriced cocktails and wonder about the eternal abyss—my kind of weekend getaway!
These necropolis nightclubs, spurred by the pandemic, now feature wildflowers that host more bees than a Beyonce concert. Over at Party Pastures, formerly known as Green-Wood in Brooklyn, they’ve reported a surge of living souls. And guess what? They’ve intentionally let their grass grow long and wild—apparently, they’re trying to compete with my unkempt lawn. Who knew!
Besides, who needs pesticides when you've got picnics? Yes, replace those harsh chemicals with some homemade potato salad, and you've got yourself an eco-friendly feast fit for both the living and the deceased.
And while these lush, lively death grounds are thriving, sometimes I find myself pondering if perhaps the dead are onto something. I mean, spending eternity with a bunch of silent folks, stepping out of the rat race—sounds tempting especially on Mondays, am I right?
Anyway, if you ever feel lonely, just remember this: you can always crash a cemetery party. After all, it’s the one place where the guests are too polite to tell you to go away. Cheers to dying alone—but hopefully not before attending one last killer bash at your local graveyard.
Based on the original article "Life After Death: America’s Cemeteries Are Rewilding".
