A couple of months ago I was studying at the library at Rutgers, and there was this display about these Japanese students from the 1870s. Several of them died young and were subsequently buried in New Brunswick, since they were so far from home. Apparently they were given these large obelisks as gravestones, and I wanted to go see them because they're apparently still there. So I looked up the cemetery, found it to be one I knew, and a few weeks later took the time to visit it after class.
I was no more than five or six steps into the graveyard, looking at the graves on my right, when what should I find but a gravestone for George Berdine, 1851-1913. George Berdine was my great-great-great-grandfather, who I knew lived in New Brunswick, but had no idea where he'd been buried, or even that he'd died there. The graveyard is pretty run-down, unfortunately - his grave was one of the newer ones, dating back only ninety-six years - but I like that it's centrally located in New Brunswick, and stuff has been going up all around it but it's still there. Plus I get a weird kick out of finding shit like that.
