The silent narrow pathways of graveyards help you to understand the brevity of life. There is very little noise there – perhaps just the wind rustling through some lone trees and the faraway chatter of gravediggers that have taken a break from their work. Perhaps the muffled cries of the deceased’s child or relative. Perhaps your own nervous heartbeat that thuds loudly in your chest and ears. The graves are full of people who were great conversationalists, talented writers, illustrious cooks and fashion idols. They all met the same end. Somehow what brand sunglasses or watch you wear doesn’t seem to matter when you walk those lone pathways. Somehow your
