This is a miniature version of Wrigley Field, built in the jungles of Thailand by an expat Chicago Cubs fan named Steve Hirschtick. The words on the sign are a memorial to his late parents.

(From  chicagotribune.com)

One of the more beautiful and evocative headstones I’ve seen:

Headstone Clock (by pinconnected)

The grave of a dog lover— complete with a stone tree.

(“Grave of a Cynophilist”, by S. Ruehlow)

One more off-topic post, and then it’s back to tombstones for the next six months. I promise.

I wrote a book that comes out today. It’s a parody of pregnancy and parenting books, and it’s called How Not To Kill Your Baby.

Here’s a sample. It’s the official How Not To Kill Your Baby Growth Chart Of Doom. Sure, you could get a regular growth chart— but would it tell you if your baby was big enough to survive an encounter with a capybara? I think not.

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Another entry in the category of Graves That Sure Don’t Sugarcoat It.

(Photo by S. Ruehlow)

This is one of the more bracingly honest headstones I’ve seen.

(Photo by BrewBug)

I try to resist the urge to post every single tombstone of somebody named “Grave” or “Coffin,” but sometimes, it’s impossible to resist. Early? EARLY?!!? If your last name is Grave, how on earth can you name your child “Early”?

(Photo by janedsh)

Photo by HankyPants.

 S. Ruehlow has discoved Dracula’s grave. (Either that or Batman’s.)