When my son was a baby we lived in an apartment across the street from a cemetery. We had a dear friend that was a funeral director and when he had a funeral at this cemetery he would stop over to see the baby. He often had the hearse and my neighbors would all freak out when they saw it parked in front of my door. The cemetery was beautiful with a huge pond with swans in front of the mausoleum. We all walked our babies there. Later when my son was looking for an apartment he looked at the ones there and asked me what had happened to the wonderful "park" he remembered. He was not amused that it had been a cemetery he remembered. Diane