Reverence for the dead may seem old-fashion to those of today's Halloween crowd and tacky trick or treats, where cemeteries become their favourite night of pagan revelry. No trampling on burial spots by accident could be done at the Historic Hollywood Cemetrey that was nicely kept and almost pristine. They're on the same planet, but in two entirely different worlds racially, cuturally, socially, and economically. Hollywood Cemetery was dripping in wealthy monuments, crypts, and memorials across its historic landscape. While at the same time, Friendship was crying out for its poorness and non-descript alters of sadness across its rough and unelegant history of sheer segregation and forced discrimination against it.
Death touches all, and then, finally takes all.
Not a single cemetery visitor was seen at either Friendship or Hollywood as the Fall stood gathered on the sunny and pleasant late Sunday afternoon. Quiteness was everywhere, except for the car drivers racing by at giddy speeds. They did not even glance at the cemeteries in their hurry, it seems, to dismiss the dead or to offer no outward sign of feeling of holy presence. Pleasure is to live a life of pleasure, not to even think about death. Even when they do think of death, it's rather done in a dismissing way towards those that have gone before them.