I've never been very sentimental about graves and such. I hope they use up any pieces of me that are useful and use the rest for fertilizer or fish food.

But after having spent years researching genealogy in a particular area, I went to visit and take pictures of the tombstones for the dates and inscriptions on them. Many of these sites were behind someone's house, in the cow pasture, off in the woods with little collection tins for the guy that mows there, and so forth. As I saw all the families together and all the familiar names of my ancestor's neighbors, it felt like I was among old friends. Occasionally, I found myself introducing myself to one "person" or another. Very strange to me, but I can see how some people take comfort visiting the graves of their loved ones.

(Don't do rubbings on old stones, but the way, it can damage them. It's best to take a good photo. Spray the stone with a little water to improve the visibility of the inscription if you need to.)